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Dorothy and family came to visit today. She wishes me to appreciate the company she brings. I remain angry in her midst, at futile attempts to mend anything. Although, I find my frustration useless here. Thus I try to be amiable. At the very least around the child.

It was a peculiar choice of name even when a boy was to be expected. I understand grief to the fullest extent. I know to let go in the important ways. My sister doesn’t. Now the child shares the name of her fruitless predecessor.

All things in mind, it’s a small joy to see Jeremiah. Spirited as any child, although quiet and inquisitive. She’s well behaved even if occasionally I have to stop her from capering the Asylum halls unsupervised. Her impulsivity makes her crazy as a June bug but I understand that I must be patient. Maturity comes with age.

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I happened across a costume shop the other day. Despite the store’s unsustainable appearance, through the display window, I could tell that the products were of quality. Feeling pity for the dedicated store owner, I entered, feeling like purchasing something. I don’t imagine they get a ton of business in Gotham.

My entrance hastily was met by an older woman’s attention. I spoke of my interest and she gladly told me of her passion in costumes. It was endearing. A tinge irritating as well.

After browsing the products to the soundtrack of the owner’s chatter, it was a plague doctor’s mask that I brought to the counter and left with. The leather mask is embellished with gold patterns, giving it a classy old-money look. A gilded symbol of sickness. I find it quite comical!

Plague doctors are no strangers to this comedy, though. Hopeful fools, poking holes in people thinking that it could do any good! Did the herbs in their “beaks” hide the stench of disease so well that they couldn’t know how much worse they were making things? Was there no irony in how they resembled a creature commonly associated with death? Determined and ignorant, convinced of some bogus way to solve a problem they don’t understand.

It’s humorous! (The four humors? Humorous? Pretty good, eh?)

To be completely honest, I’m not really sure what to do with this mask, now. It was truly an impulsive purchase fueled by pity. I was thinking of giving it as a gift to an old friend but I don’t know of his residence and he is rather difficult to reach out to.

fr: Dr. Jeremiah Arkham

Recent Requests

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Attention valued staff,

It has come to my attention that due to the more mentally taxing environment that has formed with the current patients, many of you have become rather anxious and/or frustrated. As such, I have been getting questions and requests concerning whether resources for therapy will be provided.

Unfortunately, our funds have been delicate and these requested resources will not be provided. To show you my sympathy I am making the decision to allow conversation between myself and staff members about these mental burdens.

Especially talk to me if you feel that you may make a rash decision based on these emotions. We can’t have anymore repeat incidents.

Dr. Jeremiah Arkham

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One of the many things that annoys me about Mr. John “Joker” Doe (or Joe, Jack, Jerome, Jeremiah, or any other of his several monikers depending on how he’s feeling), is that he’s likely never been an actual clown. It’s false valor, but stolen from poor fools who don’t even have any.

Despite how much I find clowns to have low self worth to choose their career paths, they have a code. A good code that deserves to be upheld. Sparing the details, “The Clown Prince of Crime” breaks nearly every single rule. It’s nearly impressive!

“If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it’s a duck.” One could argue. But this is false. That “duck” is a menace to all living things and doesn’t hold any of the greater duck population’s values.

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My colleagues were competent psychologists with doctorates. They were still absolute ignoramuses despite that.

Of course I knew they had (slightly charming) flaws. Weak minded and desperate. Thick skulled and dramatic. But they were good doctors and I believed that they could work on their own shortcomings. Learn and become better, a common practice!

I truly don’t blame myself for what happened. The only “mistake” I made was my desire for friendship. In both cases I thought them to be trustworthy, to which they kept secrets and misled me.

“The allure of connection!”

“Tragic and misunderstood!”

Theactrical excuses for wasting the exceptional talents that they possessed on meaningless, destructive bullshit. They threw themselves from that podium and shattered when they hit the cement below.