they have been following me.
a mother and child, in form though not in spirit.
they are vile beasts, worse, perhaps, than the unclean creatures they have nestled within.
i suppose it was only a matter of time. the mother and the child. caliban and sycorax.
i remember seeing them for the first time. i remember cordelia, dearest cordelia, running in fear from them. i remember regan and goneril laughing at her. but there was something in me, a twist of sympathy.
i could not laugh. i could only see her pain and
a bird just hit the window.
i am in a diner, making use of free wifi and unlimited coffee, my true dark mistress.
i do not know if it was one of the murder.
another here, a slim, dark haired maiden, showed more than normal concern upon seeing the truth behind the sudden noise. indeed, she appears to regard the twitching frame of the broken animal with a touch more fear than revulsion...and also appears to be looking for more where that one came from.
this may be a trap.
however, if i can help her...perhaps that will go a measure towards what i am indebted to dearest cordelia.