Dear diary. I tried to read on the train today. Words came rushing in and rushing past, like the trees, the flats outside the train, like the strangers brushing you, touching you.

Eisb dogies. Ddldpw GUY WITH BAD BREATH OMG slpdck skew g h g. Sw  old eg h. Hunu w. A   S f.  Gododldk q. Wijfpdpen fksn.

Its not that bad today, though, the pain, is growing in the chest and legs.

Kcksndpfo. F dislodged enduring I GUESS I WILL BURN
THE TICKETS didjjjssofn gkroejvkfpwfjfn doejdj mfken. Gkfl dkldpowjdnfofjjsnnxnon. 

The problem is that the pain does not kill.