As I approached the dark mountain the air became heavier, colder and more oppressive. The growing shadow spread its bitter fingers around my heart and then I realised that it was the shadow of my soul.
“What are you doing on the roof staring into the horizon and wasting your time??”
“I’m just searching for a meaning to this existence”
I tried to sell my soul to the Devil once.
He told my my asking price was too high.
I don’t have a soul.
I have a bunch of neurons working together, creating me minute by minute.