Schuldig (schu1dig) wrote in voicesinmyhead, @ 2007-08-14 11:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | prompt #07, schuldig |
Prompt #7: What is your greatest loss?
I don't lose.
Losing isn't in the future we're making.
On the list of things that Crawford has asked me to check on, pick-up, completely destroy, mess with, sabotage or influence this week, the status of our loss is not one. Therefore, this is irrelevant. Feh. Loss, my ass.
Although, sometimes I go missing. Heh.
Not for long and I always come back, of course, but head-walking across Tokyo.. what a trip, what a packed and frantic and scary-busy place. I can lose myself in a crowd of millions, then play pick-up-the-pieces all the way home, and never leave my place on the balcony. How I play this is, I have to get back before the cigarette burns down to my fingers. If I don't, not can't, don't- If I don't, I get this nasty reminder of where I'm at.
I've caught Farf taking the smoke away and puffing it down, putting it back. Cute.
One time, or more than once, I don't know when, see, so maybe I never had one; I must have lost my name. You know, the real one? I think it was before Rosen, but if not, then they've got it in a file somewhere. I'd like to find my file, if we don't just burn the place to the stones it's built on. Crawford hasn't been too clear on the afterward, but it sounds like we're gonna do something like that.
I can't fucking wait. Whomever the fuck I am.