You think you got it bad? What about this tiny little bug whom just can't turn the fuck over? I noticed him laying there about an hour and half ago. Kicking his six thin legs and waving his short tentacles.How long do they persist? Every so often, I'll notice that he has stopped kicking and flailing his legs about. He'll rest for a second. But, is it really resting or is he having a memory lapse? Perhaps every time the little buggers cease to persist for a moment is when their memories are erased and they forget where they are and what they're doing. Suddenly, it's like they haven't spent the last two hours trying to turn over, suddenly their strandedness is a newly acquired state and they realize they must flip over onto their feet to survive. So, they struggle. They kick and flail as if none of this has ever happened before.
What a life. To undertake an endless endeavor without knowing you've been fighting for an eternity already. Every new line of memory is like another lifetime. Each time he halts his protests he has died. Only to resurrect and expire again.
To be like God, I will flip him onto his feet. Divine intervention. But, not until I have watched him a bit longer. I want to observe him, attempt to calculate a pattern. A pattern of fatality.
Holy fuckin' shit.
He flipped over!
He flipped the fuck over.
Just now.
Kinda gives you a little bit to hope for, doesn't it? Wow. Fuck.