findings

this inscription was sighted and photographed at am 11th floor UArts student lounge, philadelphia pennsylvania. it is unbeknownst to me who or whom wrote this, and what their motivation was, but this has made it clear to me that i am not the sole target of this onslaught of mysticism.

i am sorry i have not been able to provide any news to you, the concerned reader, in a number of days far too high. i have been groping my way through the darkened labrynth of my mind without a lantern to guide me. i know those men in the drab gray robes, faces blurred, voices slurred, are lurking there somewhere and will reveal themselves if i continue on with the fervor i have been exerting. this whole ordeal has been causing me to develop a fair deal of psychosis and stress. i only hope, beings i hold the portkey to the prosperity of our futures, that i can solve this whole ordeal.

i am not trying to be heroic, i am simply consumed, like a babe wrapped in its pastel blanket contained within a wicker basket. in this case however, i am not free from the ball and chain of the outside world to drift off into deep sleep under the wing of motherly instinct. i am troubled, i am a mere messenger