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First observation

December 12th 1889
On a sunny day of last month’s Friday, I saw the most eccentric thing. The whole day I must say was all abnormal. The sun was literally shining on the gloomy daytime of November and it had irritated my being as I sat on a table in an outdoor coffeehouse. There was a large population of scientists debating on an issue that I found quite trivial. But their arguments and opposed views continue to rise and increase; their tones elevating a notch by notch causing my mood to deviate from being slightly shocked to growing irritation. Allowing myself to be an onlooker on that human gathering, I saw men had their expression turned disturbed; flesh curved around the eyes and lines formed their faces showing their distressed feelings. A strange and obscure gesture caught my eyes as a man grasped his head with his palms; pressing against it with mere strength. Why did he do that? For what reason did the man tighten a certain amount of strength around his head bone? Is he to kill himself?

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