XI. 10.11.2023 (EDT) It's been so many years... So many years (Cycles?) since my last entry. So many years later and still nothing has changed. But today--today is my birthday; I am born again, anew in a stranger's body. Help me. Help me, please. Make me better. Make me succeed.

XII. 10.12.2023 (EDT) I spoke to someone today; they were of no help. They never are. Wait--I spoke to someone? Who? To whom did I speak!

XIII. 10.13.2023 (EDT) "The Plight of the Unknown Artist" --- YOU NEED FÜNDZ TO HAVE A PLATFORM; TO HAVE A PLATFORM YOU NEED FÜNDZ. --- We cannot win.

XIV. 10.24.2023 (EDT) The campaign drags on; the end draws near. I've done what I can. So much. But is it enough? Can I achieve my goal? What do I feel? Doubt? Yes, doubt. Doubt is what I feel.

XV. 11.06.2023 (EDT) A few weeks it's been since my last entry. The campaign has expanded; more have joined the cause. An omen? Good? A sign from the KORE?
Last night I saw a moving vidbook. It moved me. Yet it did not change me. Am I no longer affected?

XVI. 11.14.2023 (EDT) Ten days remain in the campaign. (It was extended... Yes, that's right.) That leaves me ten days to achieve my goal. It won't happen. Not in the traditional sense. I've accepted this. I'm at peace.

XVII. 12.06.2023 (EDT) It's been a month. Yes, a month. Time--whatever that means--truly does fly, as they say. The campaign ended. A success in my mind. My mind... It troubles me. Whenever I think about it. The metaphysics of the thing. Troubling. Yes. Troubling. Still, I press on.

XVIII. 12.06.2023 (EDT) Twice in one day. I must be going insane. The world spins. Though I received a request, the result of a query. Last week, I think. Into the machine. Into the machine I submit myself. What will it tell me? Again. Again. Again. Please, God. Please grant me favor.

XIX. 01.10.2024 (EDT) Ugh. Something new occurred. Another Cycle. Another fucking Cycle. How many more? How many more must I endure? I ... I persist. There is no other alternative. Because, yes, today I received correspondance. From another human, I think. The first in some time. Come back, I say! Please! Listen! Accept me. I beg you. Don't leave me here ... alone ... again. Please...

XX. 01.17.2024 (EDT) It was rejected. IT WAS REJECTED! How many more. God, make it stop. I was so close. I felt. So. Close. Back to square one now. I reset. I press on. Bang my head against the machine. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Please, just one. Something soon. The next month. Something... Yes, something to look forward to. Another step. This has to work.