They say i've changed but i think i'm quite cured of seeking pleasure in society. I'm antisocial, they say. I don't mix anymore, it's so strange. I don't recognize anyone but how is it that when i catch this man sitting on a chair across my hospital bed, his eyes closed, in a room so quiet that i can hear his little puffs of breath, every molecules of my body feel attached to him, my soul recognizes him...but i don't. I just know that i belong to him.