Moonwards bound.


Souls without bodies:
Without bodies, because what are they good for? Consumption. Something to satiate the hunger to feel.
Like the feeling of eating too much, or pulling a muscle, or when your ears ring.
Or when you come inside from the cold, and wash your hands under hot water.
The ability to remember, the ability to forget.
The volcanic explosion in your chest when you see the wrong thing. Seeing.

Bodies without souls:
Something to fill the void. Something to stop the bones rattling between disconnected veins, sinews without purpose, holding together useless organs to useless skin. Nothing of worth.
Cosmic matter becomes boring. Understanding without feeling.
Disinterest: apathy, geography, psychology, physiology.
Ability without intrigue.

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