I feel bad for Trystan. K talks about normal moments in the winter time getting warm with her brother after playing in the snow. I don’t remember us playing in the snow. I remember it being too cold, especially for me. I remember us doing spells for more snow to come so we wouldn’t have to go to school. Our previous host was treated terribly at school. Our previous host I believe was my mother, she lived in a world all her own then. I actually remember when we switched hosts, we were in middle school, we were slapped dead in the face by another student, the job change was seamless and we were so invisible no one noticed the behavioral changes.
Back to my point. We don’t remember playing in the snow, or at least I don’t remember right now while I’m fronting. I still don’t know if half of it happened or if i stand before you an example of what it truly means to be crazy. I want to remember, I want to have warmed up after. Smiling warming up in the fumes of my two-packet hot coca, triumphant that i was warm and safe. None of us had that life, that’s the reality.