In which I converse, and no answers present themselves

And so, what is it that you want?

Some purpose – a mission.

And what would it look like?

I don’t know – have forgotten to look for it.

Forgotten?

Forgotten? No – avoided. Avoided; and ignored. Shattered myself ignoring. Used the influence to mask the pain of that ignoring. Torn myself in two, ignoring. Wake my day bisected, ignoring.

Ah, I see. But know: that strain is yours. I can do nothing for your self.

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