Something made me laugh today, but I won't say what. Write it down and the inspector will turn it into an entry.
Not writing it down is itself an entry, Doctor.
Doctor, I saw you laughing to yourself in the copying room earlier, I saw everything
I read the stars, then I drink. Or maybe it's the other way around, depending on my mood.
Something made me laugh today, but I won't say what. Write it down and the inspector will turn it into an entry.

Here, even a drop of ink has a price on it, but someone washed their brush clean after using it last night. The spot was still wet, so I simply pretended not to notice.
The inspector went digging through three months of ink expenses in the copying room today. Anyone hunting for a crime that isn't there always starts by peering into someone else's inkstone.

His brush tip had split, so I left a new one out for him, and three days later it's still sitting untouched. Wonder who he inherited that habit of never letting go of old things from.

The ceiling thread has been swinging only west these past few days. Thirty years reading the stars, and I've seen a night like this only twice, both times someone was gone by the next morning.