But all the things that you've seen

...no, I don't care if I'm lost. It's very nice here...besides, I never had a destination in mind, so why does it matter?

[Filter: Myself]

Stop it. Just stop it, I don't care anymore. I haven't cared since the day it happened, no amount of pleading will ever change that!

...I can't take this. I...I need to get out of here, I'll surely go insane if I stay here longer.

I don't even care where I go. Anywhere's better than here.

Pathetic.

[Filter: Myself]

No. I'm not going to lose my sight, the use of my legs, my mind, or anything else. I will not become a bedridden invalid for the rest of my life!

I like it best when they're not here.

...it's a good thing my sense of smell was not lost, for if it was the house would be ashes and cinders. Clarise, you utter fool!

[Filter: Private]

So this is how it works, then.

Why is it so hard for them to comprehend my situation?! They're treating me as if I had a fall and am afraid to dance again. Do they not realize I can no longer hear?! If I can't hear the music, how the bloody hell am I supposed to dance?! "Oh, just watch us," they say. I can't very well watch your feet and my own at the same time, can I?

Just admit I will never dance again and move on with your lives! Stop trying to find a bloody silver lining and accept this for what it is! I certainly have...Gods, you're taking it even harder than I am and I'm the one it happened to!

This wasn't here before. Of course, I could hear worth a damn last night, too.

I don't know what's happened, and frankly I don't care. All I know is that the loss of my hearing and this mysterious journal mark the end of my life as a famous man. I shall never set foot on stage again as long as I live!