I am Monomad.
I forgot who I was. I don't have a name, I don't have a past, I don't have a future and I barely have now. All that is left are the voices and visions of the endless trip I live over, and over, and over, again. Voices I hear. They are different dimensions of the world I'm living in; fear, rage, broken logic. But they are all me. We are one. I am one.
I am Monomad. ... more