Entwined

Is The Start Really The Beginning?

It may seem too philosophical but I don't think i'd miss them if I remembered. My family I mean, with every step taken forward I feel like i'm forgetting something. I even forgot when I started forgetting, but that's just me rambling. I don't know where it started or how I got to where I am now, I have no prospects and no friends I know of but every now and then I see a face that looks familiar. I only have my initials on the frame of a rusty silver watch, or at least I hope they're my initials. 'D.G' At first I thought it said Doug but I realized it was too small to be an 'O' and it's missing a 'U'. Sorry to all the people who now know a Doug fitting my mug.
This is a pretty tranquil city if I do say so. New Reddich, a town more filled with the poor on the streets than sewer rats, although I've never cared to count. I go by D but most of the time I fail to give my name so it doesn't really matter what i'm referred to as and I just sit here day after day watching the masses consume their social media news and all of the new modern seductions. I don't think i'd call it judging but I certainly don't mesh well with just anyone with a phone in their hand. Some people call me homeless but I beg to differ. This city is my home and it provides in ways that you can't begin to imagine. As for my purpose? I don't know yet. I don't have any memories of who I really am or what I did before this and i'd like to think that the start isn't the beginning. It's just another place you can pick the story up from. Today is January 2nd and it's still snowing, I can't complain much, the fur on the inside of this puffy black coat could keep a fur-less cat from hypothermia. These jeans leave much to be desired though and the hoodie I keep on under the jacket only adds an unnecessary layer of warmth but I feel weird taking it off. I suppose that leaves where I stay, and that's a complicated topic. As I currently stay in abandoned cathedral right off the outskirts I keep hearing weird noises around there at night and spend usually the day sleeping. Tonight I sit and tomorrow I rest to put it shortly.
It's a strange mix of high shrill almost child like screeching and the barking of a very territorial dog. I've seen enough horror movie previews to know what to do in that situation.
I've been told that the color of my skin could possibly make me a target. I don't know what I am but I can't be foreign, I know too much English but as I try to remember learning it my mind goes all fuzzy and I get a nosebleed. You're probably wondering why I even bother writing this if it has no purpose. I'd like to think that someone I know, someday, will find this and find out i'm still here, or maybe they'll come to kill me for something I did. Either of the two works really but i'll probably be dead by then. For now i'm staying away from the cathedral and i'm going to start walking the streets. I just got $5 from a really nice senior gentleman so I think i'll buy myself a meal.

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[E-E-E-Event Recording in progress]
"What the heck? Stupid journal is talking now? Why does everything have to be digital... Oi vey."
D slides his journal into his satchel and continues on, thinking nothing of the digital journal.