Talk:BFB 12/@comment-36009749-20180709030944

I have died and was born anew. Under the flame of an eternal god I walk these desolate lands in search of meaning. In search of love.

Yet I come up empty. Emptiness plagues my studies, akin to a sickness ravaging a dense population.

I turn my pen to write research. A mysterious species, one of which I am a member of. Organic limbs and faces, attached to both organic and inorganic hosts. Am I a parasite? Could any amount of field work answer the questions that haunt me day to day?

I am a doctor. I am a pillow. I am born.