Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Diary of a Madman

Literally:

It stops a few days later. There is no name.

This is one of the saddest things I've found.

13 comments:

Burgess Horne said...

How extraordinary. It might not have been created in anguish, though... Such taking of pains might have had therapeutic effect. Was the whole diary filled thus, or just these pages?

Burgess Horne said...

(Sorry, didn't notice your subsequent comment, before leaving my question.)

Steerforth said...

My fault. I shouldn't tamper with posts once they're up.

I hope you're right and that it did provide some solace.

Tim F said...

As if Jack Nicholson had discovered a new variety of DNA.

The terrible thing is, there must be many, many more of such things than ever get discovered. I think there's a tiny bit of TEPPRPAKA in many of us, but we have just about enough control to stop after a line or two.

zmkc said...

I knew I'd left it somewhere. I had to bite the bullet and start a new one that February. Oh well, at least diaries were being discounted by that stage in the year.

Sarah said...

Bizarre, I hope it's not a message to an alien species. Or indeed, from...

Martin said...

Extraordinary.

Sam Jordison said...

Damn.

lucy joy said...

A few pupils I've worked with over the years have done this kind of thing, compulsively, when presented with a pen and blank space. Sometimes numbers, other times a mix of letters and numbers or upper and lower case letters.
Most, not all, were on the Autistic spectrum. Be reassured that they always looked calm and controlled as they did it. Much as I probably do when I draw hundreds of flowers when I doodle.

David said...

I second what Lucewoman says above. My daughter, who has autism, will copy out writing fairly well but if she didn't have anything to copy she sometimes produces stuff like that - though she's more likely to type it on the PC that to write it (generally in 42 point, with a coloured background, then print off 30 copies - printer cartridges don't live long round here).

The Poet Laura-eate said...

Still writing lines from school...? Tragic.

Pirata Jenny said...

May I ask where did you find it? Is it from a person strange to you? No lack of discretion intended, sheer curiosity.

Steerforth said...

The diary was found in a box of old books at work. I've no idea where it came from.

Lucy and David, I should have thought about the autistic angle. If that's the case, then I find the writing less distressing, but still very affecting.