I died last night. It's a little fuzzy, trying to remember details. It's all slowly slipping away though, as everything else does for me.

I understand that this account may be largely... discounted. I'm actually fine with that. I know the truth of it, and the octopuses do too.

And now, here I was. With this impossible choice to make. Either way, it was the end for me.

There are times (far too many times) when I just don't have a clue. I get the look. Like I'm supposed to know something.

It took effort. It didn't want me to choose my own path. I was defying its will.

You know, as a kid, I used to fantasize that everyone around me were mindless robots that were merely actors on a stage centered around me.