September 29th, 2010

Sick

I suppose I'm back where I started. Before the hospital. I should do something with the time I'm allotted... but what? I'm too weak to copy over the ZCF logs and there's so, so much more to go. I've lost weight maybe because I can't afford food. Yet I feel heavier.

I'm scared, but of what? I'm in the safest place I can be. This is my safe place.

October 1 – Građevni kombinat 'Međimurje' from Čakovec, one of the largest Croatian construction and civil engineering companies (with more than 8,000 employees in 1980s), ceases to exist.

Am I frightened that something is here with me? Where would it hide?

October 3 – Germany makes final reparation payment for World War I.

I can see everything I need to from my bed. I have everything I need right here with me.

October 22 - The International Space Station surpasses the record for the longest continuous human occupation of space, having been continuously inhabited since November 2, 2000 (3641 days).

No, no. I can't see it all.

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There's two places I can't check. Two places that put me in danger of being found.

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Under my bed

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and underneath my skin.

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Nestling inside of me like a parasite

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thriving off of the nourishment I give it.

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