The treatments still occur every six hours. Now I sit voluntarily on the stretcher and allow them to draw my blood and administer the injection. This is an indication of the success of the treatment. My ability to sense the love of the commune weakens. I feel like the Earth cooling in the millennia following its magma-hot creation. My memory of other times strengthens. My reason, my scientific, empirical mind rises. But every thought beyond that love I once knew brings pain.
I still feel ruined.