InsaneJournal

memory
I am cold. I don't shiver, have not for years upon years, but the cold bothers my mind.

I have not been warm for so long.

Once I was. I devoted myself to the gods, who were inscrutable but (almost to an aspect) not malicious, and I was not ashamed, and the sun beat down in warm waves. There was comfort there.

Then I — I —

Stop it! (it hurts)

_I ^I I _hunger

— I don't know. My memory...

I don't know!