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There was one thing that he had always known. Or maybe he only thought that he had always known that there was something. He didn't know. But that didn't matter now. Now he did not know anything anymore. He remembered that he once knew a lot, of what, he didn't know. Maybe he knew a lot about physics, or maybe about maths. Maybe he had once known where all the birds fly when it was cold, or maybe he knew the names of all the stars in the sky. Maybe, just maybe he had known love, or the warmth of an embrace. Maybe he had once known how to care. Maybe, just maybe.
Or maybe he had never known anything. Maybe he had always only known the cold of the wind. Maybe only hunger was known to him. Maybe he had never known how to care. Maybe he had never known his own name. Maybe, just maybe.
But now he only knew that he did not care. What would he care for? The people running by on busy streets? The doves that picked at crackers fallen from the hands of young children? The crying babys that where shushed by no one? The endless rain that would wash the streets? The sheepish clouds that would send the water? The burning sun that would brighten the day? The silver moon that would watch the tired sleeping? Why would he care? They did nothing to his life. He didn't even care if he would live or die. He just sometimes ate, because else his stomach would cramp and then he would care. He did not want to care.
Why? He didn't know.
And so he kept going, not knowing why or where, but he just knew he had to stay alive.