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[Hymn #16]
Apr. 18th, 2009 11:24 amI suppose it was bound to happen eventually.
It seems that the name of one of the first people I encountered here has disappeared from the apartment listings. I only spoke with him once, but it was Wilhelm that got me thinking about our situation on this island. He compared it to a stage, with each of us representing one of the players, or one of the "props" I think was what he actually called it.
I hope he's doing well, wherever he is. I wonder if the people who vanish really do get to go home? I want to believe it... I want that to be the case... But I don't wish to go back that way, not unless I can guarantee that all my memories are going back with me. I don't want to leave anything behind. I won't leave anything behind.
Maybe he'd be happy to know that the rest of us are still here to complete this play.
For me, though, it seems more like a chess game, since there are obviously at least two sides to the board. I won't give up, and I won't let myself become someone else's pawn.
"Perhaps we can make it to the other side of the board so as to become a piece of our choosing", huh? I have no intention of becoming a queen, but maybe if my role became that of a knight, I could atleast stand up against this island's script.
...no, I'm thinking too hard again, aren't I?
And the cherry trees... I was really worried when that man started destroying them all. But the strangest thing happened. They suddenly regenerated as if it was nothing.
Oh well, I'm glad. I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at them, although I find their aroma is a little dizzying in the areas where they're grouped together in large numbers.
It seems that the name of one of the first people I encountered here has disappeared from the apartment listings. I only spoke with him once, but it was Wilhelm that got me thinking about our situation on this island. He compared it to a stage, with each of us representing one of the players, or one of the "props" I think was what he actually called it.
I hope he's doing well, wherever he is. I wonder if the people who vanish really do get to go home? I want to believe it... I want that to be the case... But I don't wish to go back that way, not unless I can guarantee that all my memories are going back with me. I don't want to leave anything behind. I won't leave anything behind.
Maybe he'd be happy to know that the rest of us are still here to complete this play.
For me, though, it seems more like a chess game, since there are obviously at least two sides to the board. I won't give up, and I won't let myself become someone else's pawn.
"Perhaps we can make it to the other side of the board so as to become a piece of our choosing", huh? I have no intention of becoming a queen, but maybe if my role became that of a knight, I could atleast stand up against this island's script.
...no, I'm thinking too hard again, aren't I?
And the cherry trees... I was really worried when that man started destroying them all. But the strangest thing happened. They suddenly regenerated as if it was nothing.
Oh well, I'm glad. I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at them, although I find their aroma is a little dizzying in the areas where they're grouped together in large numbers.
