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[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

Sleeping has become problematic again.

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[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

Sleeping is problematic. But that's all changed in this place.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

Too many thoughts and questions and memories. They aren't mine. Left them home because they couldn't be carried anymore. Keeping me awake. Can't sleep again. Can't sleep. Don't make me sleep.

Dreaming used to be a myth. Now he wakes only to find himself stumbling through a dream. It's by nature problematic.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

You're not like other people here.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

As an individual by nature, she can't be. Not duty-bound by society's imposed morality and lifestyles. An ideal developed in early, French society post-revolution and term that was used pejoratively in a reactionary fashion against political liberalism.

And yet she can't stand for it. Poking needles and holes where they shouldn't be, and she broke them. The burden was too much, and it came back. She pushed the stone up the hill, and it came rolling back again because the gods willed it.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

Society imposes morality and lifestyle to prevent chaos but that shouldn't cripple individuals. And what to do if someone belives to be a god.



Mm. Thirty percent. You suffer from sort of mental disability that makes communication with other individuals complex.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

A healthy balance. Idealistic in and of it self and truly ideal. Men play with one another, string them along and cut their strings as they see fit. God-complexes are common with little foundation. Omniscient, preternatural beings displaying exorbitant measures of power. Occasionally wisdom, but it's secondary. Impossible, anyway. Lack of empyrical evidence against the ability for man to acheive "godhood." But they never stop trying. They forget what they were born for, what they were waiting to be.


Thirty point four percent.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

But when a man finds a way to exert influence without the restraint of society, chaos inevitably follows. When a person has something that should not be in men's hands, it's a step closer to godhood.


Thirty seven point eight percent. Still increasing. Certain but not confirmed.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

Just an object. Can't be anything other than what it is, and a man can't be anything other than a man. Unless he manages to forget. then he'll be waiting forever, pretending to be something he thinks he really is.

You've seen it.


Forty five point six percent. It's always increasing.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

If there was an object that could bring man closer to being a God. What to do with said object. Man always forgets, man always wants to be more.

Yes, can't forget.


Fifty four point two percent. Rapidly confirming the hypothesis.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

Can't see the object anymore. It's just a something. Not what they think. Not what they make it out to be. They become it, make it a person. Or, in some cases, make a person an object. Doesn't change the basic laws of existence and physical reality. Rarely rational. Never logical.

It hasn't broken you.


Sixty two point zero one repeating. You understand. What does that make of you?

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

The person shouldn't become it. It's dangerous, human nature.

Not yet.



Sixty seven point one. Should be easier to round up to the nearest point.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

They can't really. Mostly delusional at the point where they think it. Logical progression.

You're stronger. You haven't forgotten.



Seventy point four. She makes of you a series of questions and riddles and solves you with reality. Because she sees. She sees everything when she doesn't sleep.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

Delusion and intelligence goes hand in hand apparently. There's logic in madness, you can follow it in steps.

People here appear broken. Are you?



Seventy five. There is no answer to you, most can't grasp it. I saw everything too, but now I sleep.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

They think it sets them free. It's only more confining and complicated. Dozens of theories, all of them possible.

I was fixed. Something broke me again. A china doll.



Eighty. She grasps it. She sees it. There's always an answer. Even if it can't be said, even if it's only dreamt.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

Human nature is complicated. Freedom and justice are not generally compatible. It's always working out the correct one which is the challenge.

Something here?



Eighty four point six. No use in rounding up this time. I want that answer.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

Right and wrong. Ideals. Individualistic morality. With rules, it falls apart. With too many, she breaks into pieces.

Everything everywhere. They cut it out.



Eighty eight point seven. Almost there.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

There is no morality, only rules to restrain people's conducts. Justice may be meaningless.

It hurts.



Ninety one point three. Closer but- Will it be enough?

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

No one understands the proper meaning of it. It's twisted and shaped into ideals that it never encompassed.

It never stops. Brains go squish.



Ninety six point eight. It's never complete. Can only go so far and fill so much.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

There needs to be ideals for humanity to aspire to, without them they are nothing.

I'm sorry.



Ninty nine percent. There is no certainty attained from this assessment, though some hypothesis have been confirmed.

I'm L.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

It's a tricky equation. The answer keeps coming out wrong, but nobody can correct it.

There's no need. She endures even as she breaks.



Assessment without poking is preferable anyhow.

River. It was a name once.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

Perhaps.

It should stop hurting.



You're not a suspect, there is no need for further measures.

River then.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

In theory.

It did. It healed. Would have, if they hadn't picked at it.



I didn't kill them. The tea's gone and chilled already.

L is a letter. They don't name people with letters.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

Theory which needs proving still.

That's proof of no justice.


I know.

They don't. It's never safe to use my full name.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

Maybe in a century.

Justice is found in simple things. Like water and sunshine when all factors and fronts pointed to rain. I can't find it.


It's good, that. Don't want to be hanged.

Never for anyone.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

Possibly more.

I can't find justice in that.



I wouldn't, hanging doesn't mean justice.

Yes. Never for anyone.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

Probably. Being overly optimistic.

Not in water. In what water tries to be.



Men demand it sometimes. Mistake it for justice.

Never again.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

Hn.

That's a different kind of justice. I don't know that kind.



Men mistake many things, take it out of proportion and context.

Can't trust anyone again.

[brokenalbatross.livejournal.com]

Then you don't understand justice. Simple concept. Simple and complex to execute properly.


It's what they do best.

She understands.

[insomnie-perdue.livejournal.com]

Justice is of ambigious interpretation, it may fit many things and look right. It may be right but be wrong all along.



There are few things you wouldn't understand.