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He doesn't know I found these papers. I don't know if he'd care, but I didn't tell him. I didn't tell anyone. And after reading over them a few times, I wonder if anyone else really knows all this stuff about him.
The papers themselves are infected. Im not sure really what they are tainted with. Not sure if its contagious. Now that I think about it, I don't really know if I can even get sick here...I mean... now. But yah, the papers are… soiled. It took me a while to figure it out. The ink had soaked into the surface over time, and, mixed with the atmosphere, turned a deep sienna color that resembled the rim of an overcooked slab of meat. The way some of the letters (I mostly noticed it on the "t"s) spread out I could tell that the ink was originally watered down. So many different hues of brown were noticeable throughout the stack of writings, which probably wouldn't be admirable to most people. But I love ink. Ink is my vice. I was never able to smoke cigarettes because of my lungs. It hurts to breathe. It always has, which is unfortunate because exhaled smoke is the most graceful type of spit. I fell in love with the idea of creating art with my mouth that can pirouette through the air and then vanish at the peak of its beauty. I wanted to smoke. But I couldn't. So instead, I would break open my pens and pour the ink into a glass of water, and stare. It wasn't the same effect, but it was similar. I would make my own black clouds, and I would force them to fight, and swim, and change…from men, to women, to rabbits, to comets…to nothing.
Ink became my smoke. It calmed me. It helped me write.
I admired ink.
And I still do, which prompted me to study the absorption of the ink on the sweat-laden paper so carefully. That's when I noticed the texture of it. How could an ink that was thinned out to almost a transparent tone have a coarse and dry texture to it? I figured it out when I smelled it.
The smell of iron. That recognizable, dirty-penny smell of coagulation.
Indeed, the memories splashed upon these papers were written in blood….
7:08 AM
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