A Sound Mind

September 9, 1953
Third day with out sleep and my tooth aches like broiled cabbage. There’s no solace anywhere, not amongst the letters but i feel I’m getting close. My eyes play tricks on me, the clock on the wall changes time almost mechanically and I grow more weary as the hands spin. It happened again today, I got so close and then it vanished, like a childhood dream. The cat hasn’t moved in a week, its discipline and self control amazes me. How lifeless and still it can remain all the while without making a peep. I wish I could have his self control
September 10
The rain keeps trying to invade my privacy. They plan organized offensives upon my windowsill and rattle the panes with their furious air raids. I shutter to think of what they are capable of if they ever do penetrate my flat. My freedom rests in the hands of one, hopefully well constructed glass pane. I know no means of combating their coupe and would have to surrender in irrevocable shame if they storm through the glass trenches and begin their occupation. It seems to be keeping them at bay for now.
September 11
I managed a letter today but did not have a stamp to attach to the envelope. I tried to create one from scratch but as usual, it ended in utter disaster. At first I could not think of a suitable design, I figured anything patriotic would be best. The Postal courier would certainly accept my letter if it were to bear the flag of our nation. However I could not recreate the colors of the flag accurately, which caused me indescribable frustration. The better part of my precious morning was spent in trial and error. The shades of color were either too dark or too light, an issue which I soon remedied by blending ammonia and peroxide together with diluted gin to create an exact replica of our motherland’s flag. The next problem was to shrink the flag styled stamp down to scale. I figured 1:52 scale would be well and good, but could not find anything in the flat efficient at reducing paper down in scale. The letter will have to wait. Fashioned the prototype stamp to the window pane to let the rain know that we are compatriots and that I mean no harm.
September 12
This cursed tooth ache is an abominable plague on my senses. It drives me mad. I claw at the walls in search of some relief but yet the remedy evades me. I plan on trying the floor boards soon enough. My only fear is that it hasn’t managed to get itself in the electoral outlet and wiggled its squirmy way through the circuit and out the breaker. Small mercies, small mercies. The flag seemed to work as planned, the sun has been shining its victorious rays all afternoon. We did it. Staved off invasion with our crafty thinking and quick action. Note to self: create reward for cat, silence and patience like his, needs to be acknowledged.