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Alas, nice it is to be free of the infernal restraints and diversions whom keep repeating respective to me. Even more so when they have name, face and role.
However, so do i know i'll have to deal with such circumstances in this medium as well, after all, i will have to deal with him eventually. Such is the fate of every narrator dealing with unruly, "narrated".
But my personal conundrums are of nihil relevance to anyone other than myself, and with that said, thusly shall we begin.
Through the void of space, with broken heart in hands, albeit no one broke more hearts than himself, having left those whom cared about him the most behind; Even if he himself was incapable of seeing it.
He knew it. He knew it was all a farce. His very manner of being was all but a ruse he used to justify his own existance, to tell himself he had purpouse in the vast universe.
Wondering through the fringes of paradox space, however, facing head straight the vast complexity, infinity, which given enough time would break any person, seems to weight more deeply when you are isolated.
The internal struggle that already was deep ingrained within the very mind of Mihail was shown to be, in the greater scheme, less than dust, of no matter or substance.
And so he thought.
- "1. 1 guess 1 should st4rt keep1ng tr4ck of my thoughts 1n some m4nner."
- "Heh, s1ncerely 1f 1 keep th1s 4ll to myself..."
- "Well. Here goes noth1ng." - He opens his portable computer, one of the few things he brought with himself as he departed. -hope
He knew he was going to use it eventually, as he planned to document the place he was attempting to reach, once he did so. - He starts recording.
- Hello. To uh; Someone, 1 don't fuck1ng know. Should've pl4nned th1s 4he4d but 1 d1d not, so 1 guess th1s 1s ent1rely on fuck1ng me.
- 1. 1 h4ve been, well. 1've been th1nk1ng 4bout. To be f41r 1've been th1nk1ng 4bout 4 lot of th1ngs but.
- 1 guess wh4t 1 me4n 1s. 1 w1sh 1 w4sn't so 1nsuffer4ble w1th you 4ll, when 1 h4d the ch4nce.
- 1 don't know wh4t t1me 1t 1s, or to be f41r 1f where 1 4m t1me even 1s 4 concept st1ll. 1n the tr4d1t1on4l sense of l1ne4r1ty, not 1n the l1teral sense of st1ll ex1st1ng.
- 4lthough 1 h4ve no d4mn w4y of know1ng th4t e1ther- 4nyw4ys, 1t h4s been 4 wh1le s1nce 1've seen, well, 4nyth1ng to be honest.
- 1 should be h1tt1ng the dre4m bubbles qu1te soon, but yet, 1've yet to f1nd 4ny. 1 don't even know 1f the green sun 1s st1ll 4 th1ng, w4s 4 th1ng or 1f 1 w4s just duped l1ke 4 sucker.
- But 1 guess th4t 1sn't up to me to know yet. Uh, 4nyhow, 1'll be m4k1ng per1od1c4l upd4tes to my s1tu4t1on.
- 1 hope to see you 4ll once more, once 1'm done. - The recording is stopped.
- Fuck. Oh, gre4t, now my m1nd w4ndered off too. Ugh. - With deep exasperation he ponders on all that led him to that point. - 1 th1nk 1 m4y s1ncerely need help, 4nd surely 1 f1nd 1t gre4t th4t such 4 resource 1s deeply bount1ful 1n the m1ddle of Fuck, Nowhere 1 h4ppen to f1nd myself 1n. 4lthough, to be f41r, wh4t d1d 1 expect... 1 k1nd of brought th1s upon myself. - He so he looks up, upon the starless vastness all enveloping, with nought but absolute nothingness and his own thoughts making company, making the dearest efforts to drive him insane.
- W41t... - From the nothingness, a bright dot appears, its light faint, as if reflecting the very light emanated from the "vessel", if it can even be called that, employed by Mihail.
- 1s th4t... 1t fuck1ng 1s! YES!
- 4 DRE4M BUBBLE, F1N4LLY! - As much as in hindsight it meant little to his ultimate goal, it still rekindled the flame of hope within his heart. As such, he puts full force on the engines in an attempt to reach the bubble as fast as possible.