Remembering all of the times I tried to forget about this, I still don't know anything but what they taught me, which isn't much. My learning curve has straightened out (a contradiction to itself). Self-induced amnesia seems not to have worked, since the debilitating sadness is the same regardless of where or when.

Reverting yet again to the things I lived to when it all just began, because everything only runs in circles anyway... One recycling motion (forward, yet at the same time back) recycling itself with different axes and momentum in time. After all, looking to the ground with spaceless eyes, I can see the other side of the all-encompassing void.

At least my claws look pretty as the ashes fall away from the exit plan.