[Video] |: sorry
I'm very ill. I won't get well. I'm deteriorating. I've already lost my sense of taste, except for things like lemon. It bites a little, and so I'm more aware of it. I can tell the texture and temperature of things, but not much else. [Pause. Cough. Clears throat.] It's difficult to see you, right now, even if you're close. I couldn't tell you what color eyes you have, but I know you have dark hair. It's good that you did video, because I have difficult hearing you. Things are broken, so I'll follow your lips instead, and based on the words I pick up I'll come to a conclusion of the things you've said or asked. Eventually, they'll all leave. My body is quitting on itself. It's expected. [Not to have them. Or to feel them going.]