..was the first curse.
Every other aspect of our downfall is an outcome of this single seed.
This is the silent breeder of desires.
An unseen mouth that devours our innards.
This keeper of records, of anguish and triumph.
And in remembering makes old sorrow anew, and pales new joys against old highs.
To be forever lacking. To be the restless, unquenchable void.
To be a keeper of corpses, of a dead past.