Corinthian I Naël

“Do you know how disheartening it is to suddenly be flesh? I used to be a thought, a consciousness, an impulse pushing its way through the cracks of the world. Now I have to breathe, eat, sleep... imagine that.. I voluntarily lose consciousness every evening, only to return to the same pitiful shell the next morning. It’s not even the pain that bothers me, pain is… enlightening. No, it’s the banality. That steady ticking of a body that demands attention like a badly behaved child. Hunger, thirst, and fatigue, three little tyrants who believe they have a claim on me. I can hear nothing behind my eyes anymore. No dreams reaching out for me, no fear I can open like a door. Only silence, flat, dead silence.. which humans mistake for peace. I am stranded in a state… like a wretchedly ordinary human being."