Okay, apologies for double posting, but i thought an update was in order. I have been wandering the city a while. as i walked up Euclid Avenue into the bad part of town on a hunch, i noted that everthing was getting less cold, less blurry. As i continued to walk, I became convinced i was in some kind of a strange game of hot and cold with something, ducking up and down alleys, following a trail of sensory cohesion. Then there in front of me, was not what I was looking for, but something else. A husk of a man. A vacant, empty-eyed man, walking, meandering mindlessly past me. As he passed me, i could feel myself becoming more opaque, my vision sharper, the world clearer. I realised that I was looking at a man missing his soul. I knew that somehow I could occupy this body. But i can't do that. It's not the body i want. I want me back. I ran home. As I ran, I passed what seemed to be other people, shambling, not zombies, but empty vehicles, some stalled, some idling, missing the souls that once occupied them. I'm back for now, but I don't know what to do. I need to stop this.
