weyland

"Now he knew with bitter clarity why in each long sleep he forgot the life preceding that sleep. He forgot because he could not survive the details of an enormous past heavy with those he cared for. No wonder art, or dreams, or history brought too vividly to life in human speech, were dangerous. They could tap the resovoirs of feeling buried in him under intervening sleeps. He was not fit to endure grief, let alone grief piled upon greif through centuries of loss. Short-lived human beings could themselves only tolerate so much pain--look at Irv.


The remedy lay in where he had passed over it only a moment before in his thoughts. Afflicted by attachment, he had recourse to a way out that had not been open to Irv. At some risk and cost, he had no way to measure, he could chose the oblivion of long sleep.


I am not the monster who falls in love and is destroyed by his human feelings. I am the monster who stays true."



From the Vampire Tapestry by Suzie Charnas.