Yours? I've never belonged to you, and you know it. If I did, would I have even been able to leave in the first place? I would have stayed. But I didn't. Haven't you ever wondered just why that was?
Telling would be cheating. You can't cheat, you have to live. Or die. Or simply exist. Travel and live as you can and die by a lake, in a room, alone or with friends, changing everything, dying for nothing. Fixed points, fixed points. [His mental voice is speeding up, thoughts racing, overlapping, a single, linear sentence hard to pick out from the sudden chatter. But almost as quickly as it starts up, its quieting, leaving that veritable white noise in its place.] I shouldn't be talking.
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Telling would be cheating. You can't cheat, you have to live. Or die. Or simply exist. Travel and live as you can and die by a lake, in a room, alone or with friends, changing everything, dying for nothing. Fixed points, fixed points. [His mental voice is speeding up, thoughts racing, overlapping, a single, linear sentence hard to pick out from the sudden chatter. But almost as quickly as it starts up, its quieting, leaving that veritable white noise in its place.] I shouldn't be talking.
But its boring.
And I'm not talking, am I?