Where to begin? Perhaps, an explanation of why I scratch these words down. It is not my habit to record anything but the Marks, but here, I will make a record of the finer details of my life and my exploits.
11/11/2013
Today, I awoke in an alleyway, upon a broad, cracked doorstep. I found an odd pain in my back, which turned out to be due entirely to the large crack raising in the center of the stone. I Ieft the alley, scaling a fire escape to the rooftops. Hours of climbing and leaping from roof to roof follow, culminating not in a satisfaction of the Mark, but in quiet observation of a bizarre spectacle. A mass gathering o