digital disease

One day, a hunter was passing by the cabin. The Deer gave him directions to navigate through the woods, and the hunter went safely on his way. That night he returned, passing by the cabin once more:

"Deer," he asked, "why are you tied to this cabin?"

"It is a good cabin." The Deer replied. "Every day the owner comes and moves me around and gives me food and something to drink. It is a good cabin and this is a good life."

Every day the hunter passed by that cabin, and every day he saw the Deer, tied to it. Every day he asked him why, and every day the Deer said that it was a good life. One day, the hunter said:

"I can cut that cord with my knife, and then you can be free."

"This is a good life." The Deer said. "The cabin owner is my friend. I am free."

The hunter cut the cord anyway. "This way, you have a choice."

The Deer cried: "I was happy in this place, it was a good life. Now you've cut my cord and the cabin owner will not move me around anymore!"

there are things i cannot see, at all. scrambled, maybe, or maybe i'm getting rusty. thought i could finally move on from the whole prophet thing, it's tied to things i'd very much would rather forget.

did forget, as you'd have it.