Entry #A-1: "A"
Soaked. Tile... cold.
I am cold...
Hell is not cold. Therefore...
I wish that I could rationalize this, but... it's proving difficult. I don't know what it reminds me of. I have never dreamed, but... a red flashing light. The sound of bells tolling... Cold. Sinking, and... epiphany. I knew that something I have always suspected is true. I knew it like I know that the sum of two and two is four. Proof, innate, irrefutable proof... but... that is where it ends. I can remember nothing else. No names or faces, even my own. Ever.
I need a place to lie down... but not on my back. My back is all over nothing but pain. It is probably a muscle cramp.
I am cold...
Hell is not cold. Therefore...
I wish that I could rationalize this, but... it's proving difficult. I don't know what it reminds me of. I have never dreamed, but... a red flashing light. The sound of bells tolling... Cold. Sinking, and... epiphany. I knew that something I have always suspected is true. I knew it like I know that the sum of two and two is four. Proof, innate, irrefutable proof... but... that is where it ends. I can remember nothing else. No names or faces, even my own. Ever.
I need a place to lie down... but not on my back. My back is all over nothing but pain. It is probably a muscle cramp.