Like a Lion - 1

She said to remember.  To always remember everything.  Because if you don't remember where you've been and how you got there, you don't remember who you are, and that's the most important thing.  So remember always, and tell.  So that everyone should remember, and no one is no one.  You are who you are, no more and no less, so never lose it, for someday it may be the only thing you can claim.1

The days tended to blur into each other.  At least, that's what she called 'em.  Days.  I never really got that, but she didn't do much explainin' about it anyway, so I figure it wasn't real important.  All I really need to know is that we go in the sun and sleep in the moon.2

We were always leaving everywhere we went.  Didn't really make that much difference, since it all looked the same after a couple years anyway.  Always a group who thought they were better, always a town who thought they could make the world okay again.  I say "again" in the assumption that it was, at one point, a world with real houses that don't collapse and good things to eat and no fighting and no disease and no death.  Then I guess, somewhere along the line, something went wrong and this thing called an apocalyptic, or nuclear, or something war; they call it lots of different things.  No matter what they call it, though, the look in their eyes is the same.  Empty, hollow.3

I'm not really sure where we're going.  Novu says we ain't going nowhere, just running to be running and we'll die as running dust.  Something in my head says we got a place to be and Novu's dumb as sand, but I can't help but think maybe we really ain't goin' anywhere.  Maybe we really don't belong anywhere but the earth we be walkin' on.  I don't know much about all this anyway, and it tends to make my head a little dizzy, so I think I'll stop rememberin' for right now.4