Entry #11:
I can hear and Understand the dreams and wants of every single Thing here. It's overwhelming. Billions of stones and leaves and twigs and breezes and clouds... nothing is quiet. It'd be beautiful if it wasn't maddening. The very earth beneath my feet cries out to be stopped. I keep promising it that I'll fix it. I know what I need to do. I know how easy it is. Why haven't I done it? Why can't I open the goddamn box?!