Well, this is going to be an odd week I think. I've resolved that I'm going to write more of the book I'm working on (Feel free to ask for more info) but also have a lot of stuff here and there to be busying myself with... Also still not 100% healthwise, but I'm made of tougher stuff, so I'll live. I'm also reading a very interesting series of books right now by an author called Michael Grant. They were recommended to me by my friend Jon. The first is called Gone, the second is Hunger (The one I'm reading currently) and the third is called Lies. These're all that are available of the series currently. The premise is essentially Lord of the Flies, in modern day America, with super powers. It's dark, gritty, captivating young adult fiction, beautifully written and I would definitely recommend it to anybody! So, on with the show, so to speak.
So, you're probably wondering about the inner workings, right? What makes me just the way I am? Sure, the super heroics and theatrics are all well and good, and they make for an interesting story, but that's not who I am. It's what I do. I do, to an extent, believe that people are defined somewhat by their actions, but I also believe that actions are defined by the attitudes of the people also. So, what is it that defines my actions?
After that first fight, I slept for a day. This was back when I still needed to sleep; I wasn't as synchronised with my inner workings back then, so couldn't tap energy as efficiently. I remember it being a very odd sensation. I knew I was asleep, but I genuinely felt awake. I know people can have dreams that feel real, but this genuinely was. The vividity of it all was enough to make me think it was a dream, just floating there in this vast void of space, surrounded by unknown stars and constellations, planets and satellites that weren't from my galaxy. But even with all of that, somehow I just knew that I wasn't dreaming.
From what I've gathered and learnt now, I know it's sort of like a type of astral projection. My mental self subverts itself and slips through the dimensional boundaries within me that, well, I guess they stop me from exploding and spraying my surroundings with spacial paradoxes... Not pretty, I'd wager. I didn't dare venture onto any of the planets. I still haven't. The thought of my energy tapping causing harm to this universe is enough of a moral hangnail for me as it is without having faces to put to the suffering, if there even is any suffering. Like I said, I don't know, and I'd like to keep thinking that there isn't.
I'm sorry... Talking about stuff like this messes with my head. I think I've said enough for today. So, I'll see you again next week Doc?
So, a bit more there for you. As for me? Well I'm going home to indulge myself in copious amounts of ravioli I think. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.
Much love as always,
Craiggy.
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