It’s 5 am. They strike caliber Kalibr missiles at us, with cassettes at the civilian infrastructure. They’re falling on our civilian heads right now. Yet again. A regular night for almost three years.
Added me another perspective for my previous idea: what if after dying we become the drifting memories ourselves? We could enter someone else’s body and impregnate it with the fake (apparently our) memories of events, so to force the body to live someone else’s life?
Aren’t that what some abusive parents do?