Half-remembered Scraps and Fragments of a Rather Odd Diary

The First Page

Every diary (journal, what-have-you) has to start somewhere. So today I pen the first page, leaving a record for those who will certainly see it someday.

Who am I? That's a really interesting question. My pen name is Jaye. That's also the name I attribute to part of myself. See, part of me - the part that lives in what's usually called 'reality' - lives in the mundane. But he (I) imagines and dreams of what could be. He holds on to 'what if'. And he recognizes the other side, 'Jaye'.

How real is this other part of me? I have no idea. But I imagine - through him - that I'm not just a mundane human. Humans are boring, dangit. Someday, I have every intention of bridging the gap to his world and becoming him physically.

Jaye is a nine-tailed fox known as a kitsune. My grasp on the mythos involved is slightly hazy.
But he's part of me, though we share in the same hopes, accomplishments, and failures.
We don't share faults. I'm introverted and a procrastinator, while his fatal flaw is reckless haste.

I wear a necklace with fox pawprints to remind me always of what may be.

Now I need sleep, learning to snowboard tomorrow.

- Jaye C. 'Strike' T. Prower

Postscriptum: The preceding may have been extremely strange. Please forgive my exhaustion. My explanations will be clearer than mud, I promise.

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