The Diary of Conner Harrington

Conner Harrington is scattered across this internetic universe, in multiple personality fashion, by starring in various galaxies. But he remains glaring down from space watching money control everything, and you can find him, if you open up your eyes and C.

Professor C. Layton, a character designed to represent Conner’s puzzles behind the meanings of his writing. As every meaning is a puzzle, and “every puzzle has an answer.”

And to some, secretly/masterfully dR. Strange in disguise with his mysteriously strange characteristics that’s expressed within his music. He has spent an entire lifetime, attempting to create therapeutic musical compositions in placement of the woman he dreams about. To be his 6th sense, and to be her 9th Wonder…

But much like her… he remains invisible to most with his awkward, yet haunting Casper-like outward appearance, specialising in carefully articulating each word with precision. Ghostwritten in the ink that bleeds from his own haunted heart, influenced by plight.

But Tuxedo Mask to very few, lacks the inability to express his inner ability to love, until someone removes his mask and replaces their face infront of his… but just like his mask, he’s tired of being used. So he’s hesitant on criminally revealing what lies beneath and underneath all covers…

And Conner Harrington just so happens to be a witness to all of this and jots it all down in his diary, and leaves it behind for someone to find in departmentcloud49 (a dangerous state of the mind, but he loves it there. Until he realises, he’s still alone… And probably because of someone he just previously mentioned.)

So this Diary as of late is a complex virtual vortex with perplexed subtle context. Another poetic paradox full of utopian scenes and misinterpreted messages, so he can live happily ever misunderstood to protect himself from a corrupt system.

And as he extends further into the depths of his mind, falling for someone potentially non-fictional; he again, wonders… what/who was it all for?…

- from the laptop of…

"I don't eat, I don't sleep, I do nothing but think of you. You keep me under your spell. You keep me under your spell. You keep me under your spell..."