She didn't see me and I didn't say a word, but I saw her and I couldn't stop myself. I found it on an old roll I hadn't developed, from before... From before. She just looks so fucking
free. She can't be one of us, whoever she is, or she wouldn't really feel as such; not enough for that, I bet. I never got a look at her face. Funny how some of us were brought back from the dead to be here and yet we're less free than ever in this place. It's like a gilded cage, a little. A lot.
Immortality is a pretty concept on the outside but the more I wonder if I've been blessed with it, the more I worry I've been
cursed with it, because I should've been dead a million times by now. Maybe Death would be better, if it was what was meant to happen. Maybe there's less suffering there, if you believe.
In other news, schadenfreude is a great word.
...yeah.
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