𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 by Sherlock Holmes , et al.

I had unreasonably hoped thoughtful syntax would 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 the ennui.

Boredom is an ailment. Whatever happened to ‘in sickness and in health’?

Is there really 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 of worth that’s come into the blog?

Miserable. I’ve finished the entire sudoku book you just got for me. I read the paper front to back, and then in reverse. I watched a reality drama! John… 𝐼 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑛.

Do you see the path I 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 into the carpet? It was either the kitchen, or I turn our bedroom inside out, and upside down. I suppose, I could eat… Oh, 𝐺𝑜𝑑, am I dying?

I expended all of my energy on 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 in a feeble attempt to rid myself of the shackles of restlessness… I don’t suppose a robe would suffice? I’ve been 𝑜𝑢𝑡 in less.

Do you think he’ll notice?

There’s a bloody 𝑠𝑘𝑢𝑙𝑙 in our fridge. Which is most likely a real human skull —— of course I’d notice.

He noticed.

A gift and a curse. One the detective knows all too well. Can you imagine how quiet it must be? …How empty and weightless? We pity the lacking, and yet remain ( on occasion ) microscopically jealous of their ignorance. So boring; so soothing.

Could always do for some more.