1 - 20 of 66 Bookmarks
Navigation
List of Bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
For decades, centuries, I do not speak my name or hear my name spoken. I speak: talking to myself becomes a habit early on, and I have no will to try to prevent it. It's a sign of my mind degrading in the isolation, like heat is a sign of proximity to combustion. Natural, and unavoidable. I talk to myself, in the quiet, and I sing to myself, and I pluck the ship communication threads often, asking it to relay the same information over and over, just to create sounds. But no one calls me by name. I am no one, known to nobody.
Then the alien comes.
-
Bookmark Tags:
-
Bookmark Notes:
Names
-
Bookmark Notes:
Big feelings. A tone of hope.