Degeneration: Part 6

Years later he had found a notebook in an old jacket. He didn’t know where it came from, or who had written inside. There was a familiarity with the words, but nothing he recognised.

He was older now, and sometimes he shook so badly he couldn’t move.

They had moved him to a place where people tended to him. He didn’t know who they were.

Sometimes the world felt colder, and the end drew a little nearer. He’d sketch words in the air but wouldn’t remember why.

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