He briefly wrestled with the wrapper of the apple flavored whole-grain bar. He noted that the leading edge of the wapper was jagged and roughly cut to facilitate opening but somehow didn't seem to be able to get it to succomb to his strength. He remembered the time whenever that hadn't been the case, packaging had been smooth along the edges and nearly impossible to get open or just fell open. Heat sealing was a new idea in those days. They didn't even seal medicine when he was a kid. He dropped the green bar back in the tray with the others and grabbed the bread instead. A sandwich at midnight wasn't wierd when no one was there to tell you it was and he had never had a schedule when it came to eating or writing anyway.

Some days he just felt old, some days he felt dead, other days he felt alive due to the pain but the real challenge these days was he couldn't tell any of the days apart anymore. Once one lost the inherent fear of death that was the game that came from looking forward to each new day everything just seemed a bit gray. Animals didn't fear death because they didn't hold a concept of time outside of the ongoing cycle of the sun.

He heard the *tik tok* of the polished stone medalion he had hung over the cross...