Entry #659/1 states that I had made plans to leave, and yet, I have no recollection of ever even considering the act. I left my house, and went to the library. That is what happened, but here, it states that I had other intentions.
Why can I not remember?
Am I losing my mind? Is there a spell placed upon me to keep me here in this town, complacent and quiet?
I have felt things staring at me, watching me, from out of the corner of my eyes. Even in my own home do they exist — small black things made of dust and static, crawling around the floor, only to disappear when I turn my sight to them.
They live only on the fringe of sight, and stay out of the brightness.
They must have followed me back from the bay.
They must have come back from the stars.
I can not catch them, I can not see them.
I have exhausted all other options.
I must turn to the object to seek the next step.
Examination shall reveal clues.