Angelos stood in his Plaka apartment, reaching into his pockets and emptying them onto the coffee table in front of him before sitting down on his couch. Two watches, a gold necklace, three wallets, and a pair of cell phones, which weren't the "free phones," but expensive looking smartphones. He took his blade from his back pocket and added it to the pile before stretching out. He would need to look over the items, but he was sure he had made a pretty penny today. He started to inspect his "finds" but his attention was drawn to the journal he had put down on the coffee table and picked up almost every day when he got home and before he would leave anywhere.
He opened it this time, and saw writing in it, something he knew he hadn't seen when he had first gotten it, though that had been along time ago. He flipped through it and stopped for a minute to grab a pen before deciding to write, finally. What could it hurt, right?
I came across this journal awhile ago and as much as I've tried to keep it from my mind I can not. The name plate on it, it says Ἑρμῆς,, and that's a little creepy to me because I know I've heard that in my dreams. I can still hear it and feel a breeze in my face as landscapes pass quickly under my feet. I don't know where I'm going or why, just that I need to go to this place, like its my duty or sommat.
I've had these dreams since I was little but since I've gotten to Athens they've gotten more real, I guess. I can actually hear the sounds and feel the wind, I can even smell the grass and the rain. When I see things sometimes it makes me recall things from my dreams that I didn't remember before, like I know I've seen them before but at the same time, I know I haven't. Has anyone else had this kind of experience? Am I crazy? Is anyone out there?
I know there has to be at least someone else writing in this? How is this working?
He opened it this time, and saw writing in it, something he knew he hadn't seen when he had first gotten it, though that had been along time ago. He flipped through it and stopped for a minute to grab a pen before deciding to write, finally. What could it hurt, right?
I came across this journal awhile ago and as much as I've tried to keep it from my mind I can not. The name plate on it, it says Ἑρμῆς,, and that's a little creepy to me because I know I've heard that in my dreams. I can still hear it and feel a breeze in my face as landscapes pass quickly under my feet. I don't know where I'm going or why, just that I need to go to this place, like its my duty or sommat.
I've had these dreams since I was little but since I've gotten to Athens they've gotten more real, I guess. I can actually hear the sounds and feel the wind, I can even smell the grass and the rain. When I see things sometimes it makes me recall things from my dreams that I didn't remember before, like I know I've seen them before but at the same time, I know I haven't. Has anyone else had this kind of experience? Am I crazy? Is anyone out there?
I know there has to be at least someone else writing in this? How is this working?