Everything has its beginning. Most start with an introduction of some sort. If that is the case, then allow for me to introduce myself. I am Doctor Jonathan Crane.
Dr. Crane paused in is writing in order to remind himself once again why he was doing this. After all, writing detailed accounts of his days was more than enough evidence, should he be apprehended, and should the journal be found.
Alas, the scientist within him would not be placated until he did so. He supposed that it would aid his research, so he would not have to memorize everything. And, in the long run, if everything worked in his favor, the historical value of such documents would be immense.
Coming out of his thoughts, he realized that he had been absent mindedly doodling on the page. So much for "historical value" and "serious research." He sighed, ripping out the offending pages and rewriting his prior statements. He continued.
This journal is to be my lab journal--that is, the place a record my scientific findings.
At this he had to smile a bit. A laboratory journal, hm? And what was his laboratory? Why, the world was his laboratory. The environment, the people within it, circumstances, all was data conducive to his research. As much as he and the outside world may have detested each other, there was a definite need involved. One would not be without the other, he supposed.
My experiments will begin shortly.