A lot of the time I remember Sevastopol space station of the game Alien Isolation. See once you get here it’s only the Stream for me. That’s the kind of soft violence I’ve gotton used to ever since late teenage. Rest of the time I’m lonely repairing healing resting. Could there be a destination for me? The અરરો never built anything grand other than log. Intreging fascinating, something equally demanding of extreme caution.

Things happen here, log they only come to take me, and such that everything stays askance. Solitary is the right word then. Lonely is just being petrified.

Why don’t I meet and live with my kind? That the અરરો just can’t tolerate, it’s so possessive, I’m like the monster bone that a bull dog savours and does not share with the others among log.

For me I keep looking for a અરરો who hasn’t yet arrived here, someone fresh, good looking, not like log.