My name. What was my name? Had I forgotten it already?
No. I hadn't forgotten it. I knew who I was. I had not falling ill to amnesia. I had no split personality. I was not fighting inner demons. I knew perfectly who I was. I wished I did not, but I did. My name was Yogi and I had lost it all. I had lost my spouse. I had lost my friends. I had lost my village. Twice. I had lost it all and had nothing to show for it. Given my advanced age it was doubtful that I could regain any of it before the specter of death enveloped me and took me to the realm beyond.
I had these thoughts as I drank a bottle of chilled chocolate milk. I was seated outside a convenience store in Soon's Haven. Besides me to my right was a box of sweet bread. To my left was a stray dog that had decided to keep me company as I ate my early noon snack. It had been a few days since I had left the gates of the hidden sand village. I had arrived at Soon's the day before yesterday and had spent my time thus far exploring my mind. I was not sure what I wanted to do. I was not sure what I could do.
Should I try to find myself a new spouse? No. I had found my love and they were now dead, buried deep below the sands of Wind Country. I would never again find that sort of love and so it was fruitless to try to do so. Should I try to make new friends? I shuddered at the thoughts. My body's composition made it so that I aged slowly and I had already outlived several generations of friends due to this. I was not immortal, and to be frank I was a lousy fighter, but it was doubtful that I would die in the near future. I did not matter enough for anyone to spend the time necessary to kill me. Should I try to find a new home, a new village to make my own? No. I was already the last of my people. What I knew as home was a footnote in the history books and would stay there.
I stroked the back of the dog.
"What should I do do-gu? What should I do?"
No. I hadn't forgotten it. I knew who I was. I had not falling ill to amnesia. I had no split personality. I was not fighting inner demons. I knew perfectly who I was. I wished I did not, but I did. My name was Yogi and I had lost it all. I had lost my spouse. I had lost my friends. I had lost my village. Twice. I had lost it all and had nothing to show for it. Given my advanced age it was doubtful that I could regain any of it before the specter of death enveloped me and took me to the realm beyond.
I had these thoughts as I drank a bottle of chilled chocolate milk. I was seated outside a convenience store in Soon's Haven. Besides me to my right was a box of sweet bread. To my left was a stray dog that had decided to keep me company as I ate my early noon snack. It had been a few days since I had left the gates of the hidden sand village. I had arrived at Soon's the day before yesterday and had spent my time thus far exploring my mind. I was not sure what I wanted to do. I was not sure what I could do.
Should I try to find myself a new spouse? No. I had found my love and they were now dead, buried deep below the sands of Wind Country. I would never again find that sort of love and so it was fruitless to try to do so. Should I try to make new friends? I shuddered at the thoughts. My body's composition made it so that I aged slowly and I had already outlived several generations of friends due to this. I was not immortal, and to be frank I was a lousy fighter, but it was doubtful that I would die in the near future. I did not matter enough for anyone to spend the time necessary to kill me. Should I try to find a new home, a new village to make my own? No. I was already the last of my people. What I knew as home was a footnote in the history books and would stay there.
I stroked the back of the dog.
"What should I do do-gu? What should I do?"