currency book

"He told me in a dream we were the avatars of sorrow, the manifestations of others’ suffering, and that our spirits had been entombed on a far-off world for hundreds of years. I can’t take one more month, one more minute, of being haunted by this living ghost. I don’t care if the future is real or not. Anything is better than being chained to his infinite past. Eons unfold behind his eyes, ages whose memory should have died with them.