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!
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!