Look dead How else would someone look if they were born with the memories of some sparse brain? The memories aren't clear. Triggers littered her life (eg the feeling that at any point while walking down the street you might come across some little thing which fate will compel you to pick up and promptly die for doing something as simple as following a simple instruction: Look up) All those epiphanies that keep us going? Boring. She had some cloudy idea of them all already. Those were like reliving the same thing. Only the subtle points to find new joy in. Life is only so subtle II Years go by III IV