When one works in the same room for 18 hours of a day, one tends to lose control of ones mind.
The abbot is at fault. I wished to work in the garden. He wished for me to write.
Copying the manuscript has become a tedious task.
So, today, I drew a dragon on the side of the page.
Also, a goat with one horn
And a beast called elephant. I have never seen but i hear it should look like a horse with big ears.
The abbot says I have lost my mind.
I have never felt more alive.