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Taran-babbles, out of nowhere. Imagine he's somewhere secluded, scribbling in an old beat-up notebook. He does that sometimes, apparently.
It's happened again. Wondering where I am, sick of having to ask all the time, same as always. I want to know where the hell I am and how long I have to explore before I wind up in some other hellhole asking the same damn questions. Not too much to want a few answers, right? Hell, I don't even know why this keeps happening. It's always right when I start getting used to a place, something happens and I'm somewhere else. What kind of existence is that? I hate having to figure things out like this, over and over and over. I've been blipping all over the map for at least half a century now, and I'm fucking sick of it. I want to be able to stay somewhere, maybe permanently. Well, maybe not permanently, that'd get old. I've got eternity, damn it all, and I won't waste it staying in one place. But. All this moving, it drives me crazy, makes me nervous. I want to be able to settle, at least for a little while.
I don't even know where I was before. I heard some people refer to it as "Bum-Fucked Egypt"...that can't be right. But I spent all of a day and a half there anyway, so it doesn't really matter, does it. Sometimes it feels like it's the same Bum-Fucked Egypt every time. Everything looks alike, every damned time.
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Something else I haven't been able to figure out yet, is how I've managed to hang onto this notebook for so many years. It's old and trying to fall apart, but somehow I haven't lost it yet. Everything else disappears, but I feel like I can't get rid of this damn thing. I never used to keep a journal...at least, I don't think I did. Did I have time when I was younger? I really don't remember.
It's happened again. Wondering where I am, sick of having to ask all the time, same as always. I want to know where the hell I am and how long I have to explore before I wind up in some other hellhole asking the same damn questions. Not too much to want a few answers, right? Hell, I don't even know why this keeps happening. It's always right when I start getting used to a place, something happens and I'm somewhere else. What kind of existence is that? I hate having to figure things out like this, over and over and over. I've been blipping all over the map for at least half a century now, and I'm fucking sick of it. I want to be able to stay somewhere, maybe permanently. Well, maybe not permanently, that'd get old. I've got eternity, damn it all, and I won't waste it staying in one place. But. All this moving, it drives me crazy, makes me nervous. I want to be able to settle, at least for a little while.
I don't even know where I was before. I heard some people refer to it as "Bum-Fucked Egypt"...that can't be right. But I spent all of a day and a half there anyway, so it doesn't really matter, does it. Sometimes it feels like it's the same Bum-Fucked Egypt every time. Everything looks alike, every damned time.
....
Something else I haven't been able to figure out yet, is how I've managed to hang onto this notebook for so many years. It's old and trying to fall apart, but somehow I haven't lost it yet. Everything else disappears, but I feel like I can't get rid of this damn thing. I never used to keep a journal...at least, I don't think I did. Did I have time when I was younger? I really don't remember.
