Now they remember me all of a sudden. Such a sudden remembrance. Looking at the patterns in the past it would appear that some errand of a particular nature has popped up. It just erupted out of the earth and confounded them and so they remember me. In other news, I now understand the rules of being a bourgeois. Futile wasteful rules they seem to appear to me. Must look at them in detail, they seem too muddled. It would appear that there was no distinction between the classes when it came to some rules, however that is impossible. There is something that needs to be investigated. Also, change my image again. No. Nada. Nope. Not. Nay. Ne. Nae. It would mean a unification, something that is inefficient. I appear broke to many people. I think it is part of the antisocial subconscious persona. People do not hang out with poor people and so I look poor so they avoid me. This way, I know those who want to be friends with me and those who want to be friends with me. I don't like either. I like those who like to spend time. Friends want you to run and walk and stroll with them. These other people, they just stand there with you. Taking in the scenes and the serenity. I like to take things in. I don't need to move with the society, it is necessary, and I can. It is not a compulsion for me. I mostly do not give a damn. I like my talismans. I am having one modified. I don't know what it will look like. I don't know what will it show now. I need to use all of them know, its about time. Enough is enough. Also, the masks. Together, I just love them. Together, I will use. For some reasons, this reminds me of the inscription on the one ring. 'One ring to rule them all, One ring to find them, One ring to bring them all, and underneath the darkness bind them'