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Sometimes I talk with a Russian accent just because I can. It serves no point other than to make people stare at me like I am insane. The funny thing is, I don't really like people, so drawing attention to myself seems counterproductive. Maybe I am hiding something from myself or it just gives me an excuse to not bother with others outside of work.

Lately when I lay in bed at night I have been thinking about what I really am. I have concluded that I am some form or energy ball, like Ryu hydukaned my body and here I am until I die. Which I guess in turn wouldn't really be dying, but more of melding back to what I once was, how things were before I was born. Do you remember back then? No? Me neither.

Space Pilot out.


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