Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Today, I found myself pondering upon the silent communicator of our family, Thing. I envisioned a ballet performed in an Addams family hand costume, where the language of the hands would tell tales of mystery and the unknown, a silent ballet where every gesture echoes with silent words, a dance of the unseen that speaks of the peculiar and the bizarre in the language of silent whispers.
Until the morrow.