Today, a second time, I see the "dirt" of on the wall in the stairwell. I doubted that it was dirt the first time, and now I do even more so. I believe it may be a mould. If it appears a third time, I will be sure of it. The perpetual leaks may have finally sealed our fate. If it is in the walls, we cannot stay. Perhaps this could even explain the sicknesses that trouble us in the house_of_clocks. Where will we go, I do not know. I have thought long this was coming to an end, and eventually it must. Now seems like a time of wind, I can feel it like a dream taking me to the next scene.

This winter will be cold and long. I have met none who doubt.