-and here we find the inspector-

Well seeing as you already know me even though you really don't, I won't introduce myself in as creepy detail as I did you. ;)

I can only make assumptions as to how you're feeling--discovering someone's been observing you intently (yet subconsciously) and writing these notes down in a black book hidden in a fedora on the back of a headboard can't be THAT concerning. :P 

To shoot straight with you, I began this project after I spoke a lie. I won't try and glorify it but I had hinted to someone that I could read people like a book and that I kept up files on people I found interesting. 

It was somewhat true--I DID have a black book chock full of scribbled observations. It was a hectic mess. But I wasn't professionally keeping up a filing system--and presently am not either, what I create could be described as a chaotic mess that makes perfect sense--but then I decided to give the "person of interest" book a shot with greater work & intention. 

So I began a journal and wrote in it at 12AM every night. It is a really stupid and epic thing to do because I never even remember what I write.

I think obsessively and deeply & feel on an impersonal but connected level. 

Forcing myself to create files on people surprisingly gives me a new appreciation for them, I just need all my muddled thoughts down to see how complex & nonsensical and insanely interesting each person is. 

So no, I'm not a stalker even if my blog address accuses me otherwise. 

And I don't have an uncanny obsession with anyone but think there's something unique in every person that I want to find. 

I keep everyone's files updated--so if you've already read yours, there's more to come.