The paper in the notebook is rather shabby, but the notes can still be read.

I remember the following passages. I need to ask the library for the books from which they were written.

1) “I can't talk to the walls: they're yelling at me. I can't talk to my wife: she only listens to the walls. I want someone to listen to me. And if I talk for a long time, then maybe I'll agree to something reasonable" Fahrenheit 451.

I liked this excerpt because it reflects the desire to be heard. The hero is hungry for understanding; he is alone, because even his beloved does not understand him. But he will not give up, even if he is not sure that he will achieve the desired result.

2) “And if all people thought more, they would be convinced that life is not worth taking care of so much…” Hero of our time.

A happy person will not think about life, he will enjoy it. And the person who is faced with difficulties will begin to think that being is not worthy of any effort or effort.

3) “Children are the only bold philosophers. And bold philosophers are necessarily children” We.

The people do not set themselves a framework and think about absurd and unreal things. They do not try to give their thoughts a certain meaning, but simply enjoy the flight of their imagination, which is often not enough for adults.

20:12. Rowley, why aren't you answering my calls?

22:51. That's it, we're going on a bike ride tomorrow. I should be out in the fresh air more often.

Bye, Diary.

Day 11.

Hello, Diary.

Today is Monday, November 14, 2068.

On the street +1, cloudy.

06: 21. The psychologist treating asked me to record my dreams.

This time I lived for 10 days, but all the time I just stood at the window and watched the surrounding people.

Every day, kids went to school or kindergarten, middle-aged people went to professional training institutions, and adults went to work.

A few hours later, schoolchildren came running. Some earlier, some later. The younger children were playing in the yard. Occasionally I saw people reading books in the square.

After lunch, elderly people went for a walk.

Then students from the EOPQ (the establishment of professional qualifications) stomped back, some of them in pairs, others in large groups. There were also “singles” that were most interesting to watch.

In the evening, the workers returned, tired but happy, because they can spend the rest of the day as they please. Most of them went to entertainment centers, others spent these minutes in virtual reality, and others paid attention to self-development.

I've always thought that the most interesting things happen most often when everyone is asleep. But in these 9 nights, I didn't find anything special.

Those loners sometimes walked to the convenience, but spending a lot of time if we bypassed all shops in search of the best price, and did not find such, come with empty hands or a packet of cigarettes. Occasionally there were noisy companies and the sound of roaring engines.

But in the dark, I usually looked at the life that was in the neighboring buildings. There I noticed workaholics, creative martyrs, responsible students, philosophers, and many others.

Everything was the same every day, except for the weather.

During that period spent in sleep, I liked one girl. She worked from home, probably as a web designer or Illustrator. She lived in the house opposite the mine, slept until lunch, and then went for a walk. A few hours later, I would come back and draw something on a graphic tablet in the square, and when the sun went down, I would pack my things and go home. She didn't sleep at night.

One day, at a late hour, inspiration came to her, and she painted the balcony window of her apartment. It was fun to follow her actions. At first, she could stare at one stroke for an hour, and then abruptly draw half the picture. What had she been thinking?

It took 216 hours, but I remember the last 24 best.

The weather was overcast. It was raining. Everyone carried umbrellas. Some used gray, others red, but most used black. And she went outside with a transparent one.

When students came from the EOPQ, a rainbow appeared in the sky. I wish I was the only one who saw her.

In the evening of this day, children did not play on the Playground and noisy companies did not wander around the courtyards.

She was coming back, but this time not, a man was approaching her.

A second later, he was standing behind her.

The knife came out. Drops of blood and rain. A look directed at me.

His look!

End of the dream.

07:04. My mother woke me up and said something, but I only heard the rain and saw It.

07:17. It's worse than I thought. I've never had a murder dream before. What has changed now?

07: 23. Why is he a murderer? Why His eyes? What does it mean?

07:31. I think this time I was just overexcited about the test.

Bye, Diary.

Day 12.

Hello, Diary.

Today is Thursday, November 17, 2068.

On the street +1, clear.

10:12. After returning home, we immediately went to the hospital.

The doctor said that I had an exacerbation due to overwork, so I was again prescribed a course of stabilizers. We also discussed my dream, and the doctor said: “All from exhaustion.”

Then we went to the store, and my mother bought me a graphic tablet-a gift for the efforts made to MPAT, now I will draw even more often.

16:57. I called Rowley's parents and found out that she had gone with Emet to his parents' house during the free week and had lost her phone there, so she didn't return my calls.

But my dear friend could have called Emet and told