It's been about three weeks since the mall. I finished painting Elliot's mask today. I thought that he might've liked a Kitsune mask, since he found my little gag entertaining, but he didn't strike me as a mischevious type. No, for a heavy hitter like him, the men-yoroi mask would be most appropriate. A warrior's mask. Once it dries, I'll put the finish on it so that it shimmers and shines as much as he could have. 

I'll make a space for him in my shrine, too. His spirit deserves rest. I can only imagine what harrowing experiences he went through before his demise. Maybe he and my family will find fortune in the afterlife together...

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The first 100 masks have been finished. Dedicated to the victims of the creature at the mall. Since it happened in America, I thought it appropriate to make the simple, white theatre masks of the european tradition. I made their expressions between neutral and pleased peacefulness. What I will do with these boxes of masks... I'm unsure. Perhaps I will send them to the town? Maybe they could use them to help memorialize the terrible event that occurred that day.

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The individual that came to me did not lie... I learned today that I can do something truly fantastic. All week, I've been randomly losing things. My tools, chunks of wood, even books. When I held things absentmindedly, I realized that they would completely vanish from existence. After accidentally doing this what must have been close to twenty times, I realized that those items weren't quite gone. My thoughts would wander to random images of the things that I lost... and when I would focus on them, I realized that I could cause them to appear in my hand again, but only as long as I had something to replace it with. Only small-ish items, too. After a little bit of organizing, I figured out how to store a whole collection of items away, while keeping them ready in my mind. Real slight-of-hand has nothing on this...