I still know I was mortal once.

I don’t remember what I did to deserve this. Something terrible? Something good? A wish? A curse? Anything that goes on long enough becomes torture. Any certainty clung to for eternity eventually slips away… Or does it?

I think I was mortal once.

Angela Brett is a mathematician and linguist by training, programmer by trade, and writer by neglecting everything else. She writes at angelastic.com