☤ thirty-eight

[as_damaged]

It occurred to me recently that it's almost a year since that monster attacked; which means I've been here over a year. I suppose the date was some time in February; I didn't do anything to commemorate it, or even think about it too much until now.

It's strange though, to think about the passage of time here-- the thought that all of this experience will simply disappear, eventually, when we're allowed to leave. How we choose to lead our lives here is only relevant as long as we remain. I wonder how different I am now from the person I'll be in a year of real time.

Questions without answers, really.

[Private to Angela]

I said it the other day, I know, but-- given that I was cursed... Thank you, again.



[EDIT; off to bed & picking up tags tomorrow dearhearts <3]

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

The fact that we can read here debunks the theory that this is all just a dream. So whatever it is classifies as slightly more real than a dream, leaning to reality.

What would you call real time?

[as_damaged]

The theory that it's a dream stopped appealing to me quite some time ago. I think treating it as a sort of reality, albeit with some qualifications, is the most rational way of dealing with being stuck here.

For my purposes the awareness of a tangible reality outside the one I'm currently in compromises the ultimate reality of time spent here. It isn't real because any change, physical or mental, that occurs here will be undone instantaneously upon exiting the City.