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It appears I am on the run with the occasional glance back. Starring into nothing and no one. Only remembering the dead and gone. The past and even later still - the ancient. I can only look at what I was and what I wanted to be in this retrospective vortex. My memory. My... recollection. I can no longer see myself as alive anymore than I see myself dead. The only difference is this very moment. This millisecond. And I can only recall it within moments after it happens. My cognitive impulse a simple ghost trail of emotion in response to my subconscious instinct. Lead by what I think is fear and desire. Or maybe it's just fear. All I feel now is quiet and calm at this idea. This theology. I am dead. I am nothing and no one except to myself. The only viewer of this bodies existence as it animates. Until one day it won't and I don't know what. Is my awareness more than this? Or am some evolved monkey with a self deprecating view of all that remains.
Existence and it's purpose. Purpose et al. Why? I can't seem to get my brain past this...
Existence and it's purpose. Purpose et al. Why? I can't seem to get my brain past this...