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pashtI have forgotten how to feel.
My senses remain, as ever. Minute changes in scent reach me. My eyes unfalteringly pierce shadows.
But...
Somethings lacks, as though I am merely capable of surface sensation. Like there is nothing beneath. Even open flame laps at my hand and I feel the desert-like heat, and no more.
Barnabas has taken away my candles, having spied my efforts. He says I must enter the 21st century and use electric lights. Are we up to the 21st? I could have sworn we only just ended the 19th. Clearly I have missed something in time, just as I have missed something in substance.
I dislike my moods when I hunger. I shall improve when sated, I think.
My senses remain, as ever. Minute changes in scent reach me. My eyes unfalteringly pierce shadows.
But...
Somethings lacks, as though I am merely capable of surface sensation. Like there is nothing beneath. Even open flame laps at my hand and I feel the desert-like heat, and no more.
Barnabas has taken away my candles, having spied my efforts. He says I must enter the 21st century and use electric lights. Are we up to the 21st? I could have sworn we only just ended the 19th. Clearly I have missed something in time, just as I have missed something in substance.
I dislike my moods when I hunger. I shall improve when sated, I think.
