I must admit that my own brain felt close to overload at this point, so much so that despite my ever growing need to continue my strange journey through the journal, I felt in need of a break from the gruesome, grisly depictions which were being brought to life for me within its pages. Outside my window, the rain was beginning to increase in its intensity, the breeze had developed into a strong wind, and darkness had fallen like a pall upon the outside world. Despite the lights in the study, it was the darkness that gripped me and held my attention, as if, regardless of the illumination provided by the electric lighting, the power of the external darkness, of nature itself, was overpowering the man-made light, and the power of the night was invading my warm sanctuary.
Leaving the journal
