A mournful day. The clouds hung heavy. For a while this morning I watched the beasts build their nest even deeper in the ground, and I imagined what the egg sac wouldfinally look like. Or perhaps cocoon. Oh! I hadn't even considered that possibility before. Maybe they will begin some sort of metamorphosis. I suppose we shall see.

I'm surrounded by gadgets. And I'm tired of it. I love them, I love them so much, but I need something else. Oh chlo'jo', you know what you need.

Jason Aluminium wanted to know what I had done with Loverett's tooth. I still had it, torn from the roots. Loverett didn't need it, it seems to me, but he has been sullen and incommunicative. "Tamed!" I suggested. Jason didn't buy it. He relieved me of its possession. I wonder if it perhaps has some totemic power of its own or worse, can be used to steal some of mine. I wish now I'd managed to hold on to it. One never knows when a talisman will become suddenly useful.

A mournful day. I'm losing the battle against myself. I can hear it in the squeaking of my boots, the liquefaction of my muscles. Always the rain. Seamother no longer speaks to me in my dreams, even when I remember them. Fingers of fire taunt me during the day, swelling my eyes, scorching my wings.