[The black crush of the first few days is gone from Paul by the time he can bring himself to open the message, whose instructions he abides by. The thought of not doing so barely has time to form before he dismisses it.
He's been making the rules he sets for himself simple, having followed such complicated old ones to this end. One of them, etched in bright, towering letters, is doing what he's asked, as it's asked, without interpretation. Palamedes wants to know when he's himself again, and Paul strives to think of nothing more than that.]
mid-month; un: younghuman
He's been making the rules he sets for himself simple, having followed such complicated old ones to this end. One of them, etched in bright, towering letters, is doing what he's asked, as it's asked, without interpretation. Palamedes wants to know when he's himself again, and Paul strives to think of nothing more than that.]
Hello, Palamedes.
It's Paul. Just me.
[He has to start somewhere.]