PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I... am not supposed to be here. I only walked out a door, that was all. I was going to speak with my brother, and then... this. I've never heard of anyone with the ability to send another away, to another place, to another time. I don't belong in this city. Or in this year, to be completely truthful.

And some disgusting creature had the nerve to attack me last night. He’s no longer with us because of his stupidity . He, well… he turned to dust when I squeezed too hard. I do believe I accidently ripped his head off. It served him right, though.