10/27
I meant to record my progress with the patient. Have been noticing increasing disorganization in my thought processes. I meant to make organized notes. I meant to do this right.
I tried to solve the puzzle myself. I couldn't do it. I've seen Him before. Now all I want is Him. He fills my darkest thoughts and dreams. Why can't I solve it?
Never mind. The patient will solve it for me. The patient will bring Him to me.
I will know the greatest pleasure imagined by any, human or otherwise. And I will know suffering, yes.
I can hear that word on His lips. Suffering.
Pleasure.
Flesh.
I want it.
