Chapter 4: The Miraculix pot
That was a peaceful day, today. General retrieval of forces. I didn’t meet one any where, and food wasn’t that bad, either. I’m not going to start suspecting Sask has gone as far as to create some invisible network that allows her having a look at my writings the same time I’m writing them. I’ll have a look around. If yes, it must have been some devilish work to hide it away- it’s an evidence, internet is easier. If you steal the IP number you can spy around without anyone’s permission. Well, I’m not going to be so suspicious. But, the improvement in food is in itself suspicious. Perhaps it is telepathy, or she started getting afraid of the fact I may know the whole Geneva agreements for prisoners of war by heart. It’s not that I’m officially a prisoner of war, but seen the general confusion, she would certainly react to some mentioning of those agreements. Which wouldn’t be that bad, finally.
Well. Let us be confident, today. If I start fumbling around the computer, it will certainly provoke some angry reaction which may have worse consequences. But I’ll have to be less honest now, just in case.
Today. The attempt of giving back the structures of understanding I was bathing in for a few years explaining, first: that what is under control can certainly not be considered as madness, even if the resulting evidence is shocking for some, second: that the difference in the way of appreciating reality may be at the origin of gravest frictions with the environments, which though does not imply there is criminal intentionality. On the contrary: it may almost be said the fact I do so shyly do as if I didn’t understand what was going on, was a motif for others for trying exploiting what they hold for some weakness. Either by accusing of things without proofs, either by pretending to innocence as claiming I had made up everything. Which should be studied further.
Texts left in the computer
That was a peaceful day, today. General retrieval of forces. I didn’t meet one any where, and food wasn’t that bad, either. I’m not going to start suspecting Sask has gone as far as to create some invisible network that allows her having a look at my writings the same time I’m writing them. I’ll have a look around. If yes, it must have been some devilish work to hide it away- it’s an evidence, internet is easier. If you steal the IP number you can spy around without anyone’s permission. Well, I’m not going to be so suspicious. But, the improvement in food is in itself suspicious. Perhaps it is telepathy, or she started getting afraid of the fact I may know the whole Geneva agreements for prisoners of war by heart. It’s not that I’m officially a prisoner of war, but seen the general confusion, she would certainly react to some mentioning of those agreements. Which wouldn’t be that bad, finally.
Well. Let us be confident, today. If I start fumbling around the computer, it will certainly provoke some angry reaction which may have worse consequences. But I’ll have to be less honest now, just in case.
Today. The attempt of giving back the structures of understanding I was bathing in for a few years explaining, first: that what is under control can certainly not be considered as madness, even if the resulting evidence is shocking for some, second: that the difference in the way of appreciating reality may be at the origin of gravest frictions with the environments, which though does not imply there is criminal intentionality. On the contrary: it may almost be said the fact I do so shyly do as if I didn’t understand what was going on, was a motif for others for trying exploiting what they hold for some weakness. Either by accusing of things without proofs, either by pretending to innocence as claiming I had made up everything. Which should be studied further.
Texts left in the computer
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