Post by account_disabled on Dec 26, 2023 0:12:58 GMT -5
On that occasion too I woke up on the floor. The table I used to write on the laptop was in pieces and my computer on the floor, fortunately without damage. I didn't know what time it was, but from the window, which I discovered with the glass smashed, people's voices reached me. When I looked out they fell silent. I don't know what happened, I don't know what happens every time those attacks take me, but it's as if my mind shuts down and another one turns on in its place, as primordial as the hunger that devours me inside. I staggered down to get the food and saw the sentries leveling their weapons, as if to reiterate their intentions. The crowd backed away as soon as they saw me.
I don't know what I looked like, and I still don't. I hadn't washed for days and abundant and annoying salivation continually tormented me. I took the food, without even saying thank you, and went up, closing the door behind me. I ate in silence, but then I threw up everything. It happened suddenly. As if my body hadn't accepted that food, as if it had Special Data considered it foreign. I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. Tears fell suddenly, recalled by the last glimmers of conscience that refused unconditional surrender. Thoughts arose in my head, thoughts of escape and desperation. Memories, albeit distant and opaque, emerged in my slowly fading memory, bringing to light fragments of a ree and increasingly unattainable past.
In the silence of my forced isolation I still think of a way to escape from my imprisonment. I feel the hunger coming ever stronger and more decisive, no longer alien. I feel the forest calling for my presence. And he had accepted her request, already enjoying that fresh and immaculate body. When she entered the bedroom, completely shrouded in darkness, she smelled the scent of freshly picked flowers and other fragrances that she couldn't recognize. She glimpsed the woman's form, ionless under her sheets. He caressed her face, which seemed strangely cold to him. He then tore off her dress, took off his trousers and penetrated her forcefully.
I don't know what I looked like, and I still don't. I hadn't washed for days and abundant and annoying salivation continually tormented me. I took the food, without even saying thank you, and went up, closing the door behind me. I ate in silence, but then I threw up everything. It happened suddenly. As if my body hadn't accepted that food, as if it had Special Data considered it foreign. I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. Tears fell suddenly, recalled by the last glimmers of conscience that refused unconditional surrender. Thoughts arose in my head, thoughts of escape and desperation. Memories, albeit distant and opaque, emerged in my slowly fading memory, bringing to light fragments of a ree and increasingly unattainable past.
In the silence of my forced isolation I still think of a way to escape from my imprisonment. I feel the hunger coming ever stronger and more decisive, no longer alien. I feel the forest calling for my presence. And he had accepted her request, already enjoying that fresh and immaculate body. When she entered the bedroom, completely shrouded in darkness, she smelled the scent of freshly picked flowers and other fragrances that she couldn't recognize. She glimpsed the woman's form, ionless under her sheets. He caressed her face, which seemed strangely cold to him. He then tore off her dress, took off his trousers and penetrated her forcefully.