Doomed

I envisioned my circumstance was the result of some child deity with an incredibly short attention span: a demigod whose most frivolous thoughts effortlessly gave birth to universes of which it is hardly aware. Meanwhile, the spontaneous creations, such as myself, are doomed to act out this lord’s unconscious fantasies long after it has forgotten them.

Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.