After that, I borrowed a crazy amount of books from Alice, and started to rummage though each of them, one by one.

I holed up in my room and began working on making dolls.

If you think about it again, that was a really stupid motivation for doing such a thing...

I have to hole up in this hazy room, doing this in order to brush away my worries

I was so accustomed to it, it's a wonder I can continue to work without sleeping and still don't feel any fatigue...

It's like I was obsessed, like someone was controlling me, like a puppet, and continued to make those dolls.