I'm alive. Have been for a few weeks before all of this.
[ what would it mean, to find yourself alive in a place like this. life, death, life, death and life again - what comes after thrice upon a time?
he does a theatrical little sweep wide of the arms, red eye on the palm of one hand. ]
But `myself` is an interesting question maybe best left to the philosophers. I am something. I don't believe it is the same. I feel sometimes this is a costume I wear. Lucien is a part in a play that I keep playing because it is expected, because it is the only way to move forward for the time being. But part of me has been lost, part of me has been splintered, and the part that remains is sewn back together in haste.
It's strange, being here. I'm tethered to a body I thought I would not have to keep for much longer. It's more mine than it has been in a while.
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[ what would it mean, to find yourself alive in a place like this. life, death, life, death and life again - what comes after thrice upon a time?
he does a theatrical little sweep wide of the arms, red eye on the palm of one hand. ]
But `myself` is an interesting question maybe best left to the philosophers. I am something. I don't believe it is the same. I feel sometimes this is a costume I wear. Lucien is a part in a play that I keep playing because it is expected, because it is the only way to move forward for the time being. But part of me has been lost, part of me has been splintered, and the part that remains is sewn back together in haste.
It's strange, being here. I'm tethered to a body I thought I would not have to keep for much longer. It's more mine than it has been in a while.