I’ve passed this cactus seventeen times and the moon is always missing the same bite no matter how many days I’ve managed not to lose my hat falling into pits and climbing walls. Remember that time everything was under water? That was some weird shit, man; all that swimming with so much stuff in my pockets. But no one can say I’m not prepared for whatever is thrown from the clouds or spit by carnivorous plants.
Another weird thing is how wellness and power can be bought but these coins aren’t good for transportation. We can build lifts with invisible pulleys, but have no decent subways? Just keep moving, I guess.
Really though, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to go through these lives of mine. If I stop to catch my breath I’m pushed along until death between the edge of time and a hard place. Pick up the pace!
But where am I going? Why are there so many castles and only two discernible figureheads? Where are the houses and grocery stores? Everyone I meet couldn’t truly be an enemy. It’s me, isn’t it? Treading on the shells of my neighbors, what am I fighting for?