Dean’s log (date unknown)

Going into Thelonious’s little Zen dungeon is always a bizarre experience. For starters, he insists on not wearing his mask in there. Granted, when anyone goes in there to chat with him, he hangs it over the back of his chair and faces the corner with the little water fountain going so we don’t have to see his face. It’s a lot like trying to talk to your parents when they’re in the bathroom. You don’t see what’s going on, but you know, and don’t wanna think about it. The first few times are a bit revolting, but I guess I’ve gotten used to it. Arthur still gags and complains, but we’re all hoping he grows out of it…which can be said about a lot of things the little bastard does…

Thelonious is about the only one we can talk to about keeping the night fires under control. Maybe it’s because him and the scientist are the only ones that know what the rest of us look like without the masks. However, the scientist hasn’t been much help since the incident with Station falling into the wire pit. I hear that’s the last time the scientist caught fire like the rest of us. Whatever it was that Thelonious told him seems to shut that part of the scientist off…yet the dude is working tirelessly to recreate whatever it is Thelonious does in the opposite manner…because no one understands Thelonious, and the scientist can’t remember what it was he said to him…

I see what they do. Walking back and forth from each other’s rooms with stacks of records to listen to…seems like English would be a pretty decent compromise, but that’d be WAY to practical for those two, you know?

Either way, my visits with Thelonious always end with me leaving with more questions then I walked in with…and in an odd way refreshed. I mean, the dude doesn’t even SPEAK. It’s hard to explain. I wonder if he speaks to the others. No one’s allowed to talk about it…

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