Yeah, they're pretty new to me, so sometimes it's...

[he flounders for words to really encapsulate what he means to say.]

[dreams have caught him off guard more often than not, coming at him without much warning, blending into that feeling of reality. at times the dreams are nice, wonderful, like memories of days when things were better, when he didn't feel so alone. other times they merge into dark, muddy ones with a mocking voice and versions of himself hanging limp and dead from broken glass cases.]

It sucks not remembering what they are half the time, but the feeling that something is off is still there.

[a heavy sigh, and he's turning on his camera.]

I never thought of myself of anything but human, except now it feels like my experience hasn't quite been that.

[...a quiet turn of topic, muttered.]

Have I shown you the pictures I have of Eos?