Caustic Echo

[Monsoon]

It's cold.

So terribly cold- so cold, I can't feel my lips, my fingers, the turn of my neck, the blinking of my EYES... or my skin at all.

Where am I?

What happened to me? I can blink, but I can't SEE... It's so dark in- here, wherever here is. It is an even stranger feeling upon reflection, the odd realization that despite my situation...

I feel completely at peace. Yet... it's still not enough—peace isn't enough, it's not what... what I wanted. What I wanted...

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Was...

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...Why can't I remember?

I'll remember, eventually. I have to, but until then—I exist in the Here and Now, wherever that is, and until then, rumination shall be the only process that distracts me from my... condition.