The Ramblings of a Janitor

[Folian]

You know, I’m not quite sure how it always ends up like this. Here I am, yet again talking to myself like some sort of madman. Am I truly this deprived for human interaction, or is it just another way to try and silence the voices?

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Either way, that’s irrelevant, as my ramblings are quite important to me. You see, I've still been wondering to myself why exactly I tolerated working as a janitor for almost half a decade without being paid. Was it the ‘friends we made along the way’ that were the real payment? Not really, because a fair portion of them seem to hate me nowadays anyway after I became a traitor. Can’t say I really blame them even if I sincerely believe what I did was the right thing. Though, at the very least the ones that have stuck with me are people whose company I hold in very high regard.

...You know actually, maybe the reason they never paid me was because of the fact that instead of actually doing my job, I’d just kind of sneak off and go fishing for weeks or even months at a time. 

                Nobody seemed to make mention of it.
                Nobody complained.
                Nobody seemed to notice or actually care.
                Maybe it wasn’t actually that bad.

Even today, despite the world being consumed by war and the odd pointless conflict, I sometimes wish to return to those cliff-side days spent fishing in deep meditation for hours at a time. If anyone dared to try and interrupt I could always just thrash them with the fishing rod until they went away.

They were truly simpler, more peaceful times.

-- Julian Sodynym, 1826 A.C.