Rorschach's Journal: Humanity

Rorschach’s Journal, December 8th, 1980

Got up late today. Fell asleep with face on. Hate when that happens. Not safe. Stayed out till dawn last night. Followed mob members to docks for drug pick up. Used to be a lot better. Lot quicker on their feet. Can’t complain.
Changed back into mask. No one knows without my face. Treated like bum. I am a bum without face. Went down to newsstand at corner. Man gave me New Frontiersman with tears in his eyes.
Asked me if the world will end today. Told him soon. Told me it was today.
"Today’s the day the world’s dreamer died. We’ll be gone before we know it."
Didn’t understand. Didn’t bother. Went back to post with paper. Read about a woman giving birth to conjoined twins. Had to choose one to live, one to die. Didn’t choose in time.
Lot like our nation.

Rorschach’s Journal, December 9th, 1980

Understand what man at newsstand meant. John Lennon. Shot four times by fan. Same day killer had asked for autograph. No motive. No reason. Four shots.
He’ll get each one of them back.

Rorschach’s Journal, December 10th, 1980

Found shooter. Mark David Chapman. Sitting in county, waiting for trial. Got in last night. Kept in isolation. Broke his leg before guards returned from false alarm. Got up in air vent before they opened cell. Chapman didn’t look up. Said he broke leg himself.
Made sure he saw my face before I left.
Narcissists can’t take my credit.
Everyone on the streets look like dead men walking. Notice me more. Notice sign. Some even speak to me. Tell me I'm right.
They grieve for a man they did not know. For an injustice they do not attempt to fix. One man has died. At least one is killed in these streets each night. But only this one is grieved. The grievance of the loss of humanity.
City doesn’t know the meaning of humanity.
In a week, they will be back to their drugs and their whores.