How easy it is to lose oneself
Posted June 8th, 2008 by Aethel
Why did I need to write that anyway? I am the only one going to read this. Unless I lose it of course, Naaru forbid I lose it and need to find the Hall again. Oh! But it sounds so plausible.
Ok, yes, what was I writing again? Directions!
Wait, I know where it is, it's in the Keep. Why do I need directions... Unless I forget where the Keep is.
It would not surprise me. I even went the wrong way after that dwarf was so kind as to direct me there. Had I remembered his name I would send him a letter of thanks, oh well.
It is extraodinarily easy to lose oneself when wandering late in the night. Yet I insist on doing so, the stars are so lovely at night. Regardless, I should take up the habit of making any sort of journey during the day - 'Daylight is useful, Aethel, remember that' I shall say to myself when the exploration urge appears in the night.
How many times lost is that now? Naaru know I never found myself as lost on Draenor - or did I? I am sure I probably did. Probably.
Ah, I forgot this was scrap paper and how scrappy it is! This one side is nigh full, what is this paper? It certainly looks worse for wear, goodness, where did I find it? It must have been somewhere to be just lying in my bag. Ah, these thoughts are best not tempted at this time of night, it'll only provoke a less than needed memory of the paper being found on some dead beast, no doubt.
I would say curse this forgetful nature, but my goodness if it hasn't saved me from having to answer myself some awkward situations. Example, what was I writing again? Oh yes, directions to that Hall... what was its name? Ha! Well, if that isn't irony I do not know what is!
... Unless that wasn't irony. Aye, I cannot remember. Oh! I do believe the habits of the people I pass are rubbing off on me, I have heard many a dwarf mutter aye and now I myself find myself doing so! How novel!
Oh, it seems I am coming to the end of the paper, how very dull. I seem to have written a lot more on the other side.
But of course! Such as my erratic hand would dictate, the writing on the other side is a mere half the size of this side.
I shall have to find myself another piece until the arrival of my lost journal... if only I could remember where either came from.
Well, makeshift journal, this is goodbye for now until I see you another day, beneath a lump of copper in my bag I am sure. How I hope you do not get too damaged until our next meeting, I shall enjoy looking back over what madness spawned from my head as I held pen to paper this time.
Scrap paper isn't ideal, I know that I honestly do, but I have misplaced my journal and I need to record directions.
Why did I need to write that anyway? I am the only one going to read this. Unless I lose it of course, Naaru forbid I lose it and need to find the Hall again. Oh! But it sounds so plausible.
Ok, yes, what was I writing again? Directions!
Wait, I know where it is, it's in the Keep. Why do I need directions... Unless I forget where the Keep is.
It would not surprise me. I even went the wrong way after that dwarf was so kind as to direct me there. Had I remembered his name I would send him a letter of thanks, oh well.
It is extraodinarily easy to lose oneself when wandering late in the night. Yet I insist on doing so, the stars are so lovely at night. Regardless, I should take up the habit of making any sort of journey during the day - 'Daylight is useful, Aethel, remember that' I shall say to myself when the exploration urge appears in the night.
How many times lost is that now? Naaru know I never found myself as lost on Draenor - or did I? I am sure I probably did. Probably.
Ah, I forgot this was scrap paper and how scrappy it is! This one side is nigh full, what is this paper? It certainly looks worse for wear, goodness, where did I find it? It must have been somewhere to be just lying in my bag. Ah, these thoughts are best not tempted at this time of night, it'll only provoke a less than needed memory of the paper being found on some dead beast, no doubt.
I would say curse this forgetful nature, but my goodness if it hasn't saved me from having to answer myself some awkward situations. Example, what was I writing again? Oh yes, directions to that Hall... what was its name? Ha! Well, if that isn't irony I do not know what is!
... Unless that wasn't irony. Aye, I cannot remember. Oh! I do believe the habits of the people I pass are rubbing off on me, I have heard many a dwarf mutter aye and now I myself find myself doing so! How novel!
Oh, it seems I am coming to the end of the paper, how very dull. I seem to have written a lot more on the other side.
But of course! Such as my erratic hand would dictate, the writing on the other side is a mere half the size of this side.
I shall have to find myself another piece until the arrival of my lost journal... if only I could remember where either came from.
Well, makeshift journal, this is goodbye for now until I see you another day, beneath a lump of copper in my bag I am sure. How I hope you do not get too damaged until our next meeting, I shall enjoy looking back over what madness spawned from my head as I held pen to paper this time.
