To Be or Not to Be a Human Being
I've spent most of my life dreaming. Two decades of my life had been dedicated to trying to escape humanity, and to be free of the physical realm. My bedroom was my whole world, which only really grew in the night, when I could comfortably slip away to wander the streets. It was hard for me to imagine being able to connect with other human beings. When I did, I was merely entertaining fantasies of the stories which had filled my every waking hour. I was certain that it was only a matter of time before my dreams would steal me away. I was certain that someday, otherworldly beings would bleed from my mind and pull me out of this alien place. Someday, I thought, I would be welcomed by the creatures of whom I must have truly belonged to. Like a changeling of Irish tales. But eighteen years rolled around, and nothing changed. I could still feel a call in my mind gnawing away. Yet, what could I do when the weight of human expectations were piling up? Long overdue, neither faeries nor d...