There is power in repetition, he said he said. We must not strive for the narrow path, we must be the path. The voice sounded bleary and tired. Like he had not slept for a hundred days, just looking at the archi-cola landscape, laden with fresh things. I have since then stopped listening, as it will drive me insane. The things he says...like the one about the onrushing star cluster HVGC-1 was simply too preposterous. Back in those days i was still wet behind my ears. We used to jokingly refer to those parts as the uncharted wetlands. I could have gone further, i know. But somehow this spot talked to me. Something inside my core being clicked with these rocks, those shadows, the smell of coke. I have not yet regretted my impromptu decision to usher Glenn and Ava away, and strike for gold here. My gold is no fools' gold, though my scars are many and fierce-looking. At closer inspection, you will see me for what i am. The imposter. I can live with that.
Exploring the uncharted territories of thought, while smiling at fate in a benevolent way. Enjoy.