Be Born
I swear that the events I will recite from now on will be the truth. I would swear in the name of something, like God or my mother, but I have nobody or nothing whom to rely on. It’s certainly freeing, to a certain point, not being anchored to anything, but it’s lonely. It’s highly curious how an event can come about thousands of times the exact same way and have a completely different result each time, or even more, behave exactly the same except for a single instance. A baby can be exposed to the same stimuli several times and it would cry at random, and an old man could complain about hundreds of politicians before fervently following one identical to the others. The point is, my previous host hit his head against the frame of a door, like he has done countless times, but this time he went to sleep and didn’t wake up. Sometimes I deliberate on whether he could have seen it coming, if he could have avoided it. Perhaps he did it on purpose, I don’t know with which but it’s a theory ov...