It seems that in some point of my life I've become estranged with Time. Suffice to say, I have no idea how to fill the gap from this journal entry and the last. Too much or too little has happend.

I've found that I dont' have to try anymore to see the darker sides of people. They reveal everything about themselves by their circumstances. Who they're with, how they're acting, what they say about themselves. It's as if we broadcast our most intimate thoughts and desires as subtext in everyday conversation. The only trouble is, moments pass so quickly that it can be impossible to analyze the most subtle gestures.

In the past few months i've learned and then learned again; Everyone is capable of monsterous acts... Everyone is capable of unwarrented cruelty. Sometimes it is more than hard to rise above our innate impulses and to glimpse into a beautiful world, as dark and violent as it may be. I couldn't regret seeing everything I have, but sometimes I can't stand it either. All of it seems to comes from a source of Darkness, a place in our minds where there aren't any consequences we become shadows of ourselves, and slaves to the things we used to desire.

But even with all this, I feel I havn't even scraped the surface of the heavy question "What is Evil?" What does it want? Why are we sometimes drawn into morbid curiosity? Is it a bad thing to be curious about death? Is it possible to move past something as fascinating and as amusing as attraction to death?

"We envy the dead for their ambiguous identity, what have they to fear?"