Old Home is very big... it is very easy to get lost. Otherwise, though, I find myself strangely at home. Having no memories must help with this phenomenon; to my knowledge, I have known no other home but this one, and no other people...

Far be it from me to ponder the myth of my existence. There are other things that I must begin to think about ( Read more... )

It's... a lot to take in...

I can't remember anything ever hurting that badly. No wonder my back was so tense and sore earlier... I'm trying to work out how it was anatomically possible that my lungs were not crushed by all these new muscles, bones, and... feathers... before they forced their way out of me.

I do remember my name, though... it is ( Read more... )

Soaked. Tile... cold ( Read more... )