Monologues

[Stuffz]

I found myself wondering again whose idea it was in the first place. Yours? Mine? Or did we have nothing to do with it at all?
The information is concealed in my mind somewhere, but all digging is of no use.
Aeons seem to have passed since then and my memories of it are elusive at best.
Only this reality remains now, only this ship. Even though it seems more like a dream to me now that I think about it.

The days drag on. The same routine repeating endlessly.
I have already lost any sense of purpose I might have had at one point.
Am I awake or asleep? I can't make the distinction anymore. I doubt that it is of any relevance anyway.