Where the Trail Ends

Over the past 30 years, I’ve endeavored to understand human beings. I wanted to be able to emulate and understand their behavior. Now, I don’t give a single shit.

At the beginning of this week, I got super famous again. Something I made was trending, worldwide, on Twitter. And I felt nothing. In fact, it was just like last time. I made no friends, this time, though. So it was worth exactly nothing.

And, again, I was newly surrounded by people who made me feel all alone.

I tried really hard to spread the joy that I felt. But no human being was really receptive. Like always, my good will was thrown right back in my face.

I think of Toby Fox, a lot. How he’s met a bunch of his childhood heroes. And as I think about that, I wonder— will that happen, for me? And when will that be?

Well, it already did.

I met so many wonderful people, throughout my childhood. Famous or not.

I think this is a good place to stop. Before things get too sad. Before human beings ruin everything, like they always do.

I have no more curiosity left within me. My questions have been answered. There’s nothing left to do here.

I want to go Home.