Chapter 10f

and have even been losing track of long chunks of time. The truth is paradoxically omnipresent and irrelevant. Everything being true seems to negate from my own truth.

When I was twenty or so I felt invincible. That's what we're all obliged to say as we age, I guess. I guess I was invincible at the time, though, nothing managed to kill me. By that merit, I must still be invincible here.

There are so many ways to go

but I

without knowing how these things might be

of a .

The universe has only a shaky grip on any one of us at any give time. I feel I am slipping free of it but what does that even mean?

If I fall out of infinity, what do I fall into?

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