Linton.

I'm not indulging with a pipe this evening.

Linton's here, and we've been sharing discourse, the topic primarily this whole staring business I've been encountering. When I began explaining this . . . issue of mine, I suppose, I noticed the nacence of what seemed to be a peculiar . . . arcing, humoured smirk; slanted, and so subtle I struggled to comprehend and understand it's precise meaning. After I had finished describing the issue, I questioned Linton on the nature of the smirk, at which point - as is his way - the smirk passed away and I was left with his usual unaffected countenance. He did not answer directly about the smirk, more pushed my curiosity back towards the issue . . . sometimes I wonder if Linton worries about me, in the respect of emotion, and other things I fail to understand. I wonder if he's protecting something from me . . . or the opposing, protecting me from something?

Linton began with a calculated tone to his voice; confident and friendly, but once he gets going, he struggles to control himself in terms of both the speed and volume with which he speaks. By the time he was nearing the end of his . . . speech I suppose, to keep up with his words was verging on the impossible - comparable to trying to physically keep up with a grand stallion during a race. By the point I was failing to follow the flow, faltering and frowning in the process, the animation of Linton became something to behold of itself: with his arms flailing around as if alive and living of their own accord but explicating precisely the feeling within Linton himself, his face was continuously shifting through various expressions I struggled to understand, and his chest was almost . . . convulsing with the need for a constant and hearty supply of air. He's a character alright.

From what I could understand, from Linton's point of view, the staring could be any number of things, but before becoming difficult to understand he had mentioned one of my initial thoughts, that is, staring from another can symbolise attraction. I'm unsure if it was the idea of such a thing that drove Linton towards his excited speech, but that is his way; he allows himself to go to these places in search of whatever is there. He does not know what he may find, therefore his logic is to search for nothing in particular and when one encounters an item, that item will always be of positive value. I can learn a lot from him, that's for sure.

I told him I had begun writing my journal again and he asked what kind of thing it encompasses, to which I replied how I'd use our discussion as fuel for thought. Now, he asked in a tone of . . . I think curiosity, whether I'd like to talk like we did daily. He said it was possible for him to come by and to simply share whatever is on our minds. Now, Linton is also aware that sometimes I can't speak, and is aware that during these times I can't really listen either, and when I reminded him of this fact, he said to him it wasn't a problem; he would just sit with me, then leave. I accepted the offer - like I said, I can learn a lot from him.

This could be the beggining of a really good companionship, I understand and find fascination in the things I do for the reasons I do, and Linton does also, but understands the natural nature of things a lot better than I do. I think we really could help eachother.