Stranded on a lost island, on drugs, I am alone. I don’t know who I am, or where I’ve been, any of my past, or how to get anywhere besides here. I am naked. I have no protection from the wilderness. I have no tools to use to help make food or protect myself. I am stupid. I know nothing about anything, even myself. My motor skills are gone, I can’t move properly, I have no muscle memory, I don’t know what anything feels like. I am an infant. I will be eaten.

I have only one thing: infinity. Time cannot end, because I cannot comprehend it. I can infinitely do, learn, create, anything. Become anything. I will grow into something. Whatever that is, is determined during my infinity. During which I can form, with greater accuracy directly proportional to the effort put in, into anything I so choose.

I am alive.