I feel kind of awkward giving these things titles, like I'm being over-dramatic. I guess it doesn't really matter, but giving them titles makes this whole thing more story-like, and I'm not so sure I want that.
In any case, I've looked through most of what's in the back of my car. Most, but not all: there are a lot of books, most of which I've read, but a few I've never seen before. A wide variety, too - everything from House of Leaves (which is so horribly cliche for this kind of thing) to pulp horror to children's books to YA. There's a ton of notebook paper, about half of it in actual notebooks, and everything there seems to fall somewhere between vaguely comprehensible and batshit crazy. A lot of pages are blank or scribbled-out. There are also CDs and prints of old surrealist art.... It's been a lot to take in. It's hard to believe that much stuff accumulated over the course of two months.
What it actually contained, though...trying to understand everything at once leaves my head spinning. It's like going to a church or a seminar or seeing some public speaker. You can't hope to remember everything covered. You can only grasp the basics, and even then, only one or two at a time. The sheer bulk of information makes understanding it all in one go nearly impossible. A lot of it would have been hard enough to wrap my head around, even in smaller chunks.
The strangest part, though...I'm supposed to publish everything. There are specific dates, sometimes even times, written on everything. And I found a note, in my own handwriting, that pretty much says my survival depends on me posting this shit when I'm supposed to. I guess I was making "deals with the devil." Yippee.
Earliest date I've found is the 22nd. The note, along with a few other things, will go up then (I'll probably have to get a photobucket, but I'll put as much as I can here). Let's hope I get to a library with a scanner before then so I don't die.