Things are getting more peculiar by the day here in Oceania. The guy named Syme I was following has literally vanished into thin air. it's not simply the fact that I can't find him that bothers me, but he's actually been erased from every paper, every list and every schedule to be found. Was it not for what I wrote in this journal on day one, I would probably believe that I deliberatley made this man up.
When I reallised that there was no way I would be following Syme around today, I decided to keep looking for the owner of the journal I found the other day. I put on a black sack, sawed a hole behind the TV-like screen in the apartment and simply waited behind it, until someone showed up. The fellow is a middelaged man, he came home, drank some gin and proceeded with writing in in the journal. No wonder he wrote such ramblings. I must say that he looked a great deal terrified to me as well, although of what, I can't percieve.
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