I Am Curious (Thirty)

April 13

They have disappeared into thin air.

This isn’t funny! I keep starting to laugh, but God, there’s nothing funny about it. Nothing at all. They have absolutely fucking disappeared from the face of the fucking earth, and the obscenity is there for dramatic effect, not that the circumstances would not be sufficiently dramatic without such emphasis.

I went to their apartments. First Arnold, then David. I sensed that this was not what my keeper would have me do, but I decided to hell with him, because I kept calling them and getting no answer and I kept imagining the worst — what else? — and finally I said the hell with it and went over there.

And they have moved. Both of them, to parts unknown. No forwarding address. Nada.

Now of course it is perfectly possible that this had nothing to do with me. Or with Eric. That they simply folded their tents like Arabs and disappeared into the night. It is possible, and I do not believe it for a moment.

God, what did he do to them? Snap his fingers? Utter a magic incantation?

I wonder why I let him destroy my charge cards. I have been thinking about that scene, how theatrical it was and at the same time how ridiculous it was. The stench of the plastic cards melting on the coal fire! Why did he want to do this, and why did I let him?

I have to go there now. He just called, and when the strings are jiggled the puppet must dance. Au revoir.