Because if I did, the future would have been much different.But as my shards float around the room and the cat continues to look in wonder, I know nothing of the future.

The cat slowly approaches one of the shards and...Eats.It.Whole.It sits there in contemplation after eating one of my shards and it exclaims,

"Well, that's new!"And just like that it disappears.Once again, I'm alone.

I can't really have any particular state of being right now, though.I can't be angry, sad, or confused.All I can be is nothing.My missing eyes that see nothing, my ears that hear nothing, my fingers that feel nothing.

Nothing is me and I am nothing.

...

After a while, I have a single, lonely thought.One that my missing mind shouldn't have been thinking.

Who am I?

It's one of those pointless thoughts that I love so much.Because I should know by now that my memories are gone, and that in this kind of place, in this kind of state, I have no chance to make new ones.

But I can't help but think that I might just be someone.I can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, I have a real home.A real name.

Reality is harsh.

Because in truth, I have no name that was given to me by my parents.I have no warm home to look forward to.I have no thoughts that are mine.

In reality, I don't even have a real body.But yet, I wish for more than nothing.