Wapun Meadow the needy eat man-mades, they wear phony clothes

merrick watched this pale one closely. he could not assume truly what was in her head, but clearly they were not the details for him to know. he allowed as much space as he could despite his enthrallment. different by far from what he bore the corvid, merrick recognized traces of the same fascination he had once borne his sister.
her name he refused to even think.
only indra remained.
"are you one of them?" he asked on a whim. maybe despite her flesh and blood she was not altogether here. merrick longed to exist outside mortality, but because he could not, had made of his physical world a grave.
"do you see the bear here," he wondered aloud, "in my chest?"