I am pi because I’ve never added up to anything whole. I’m irrational because in this pitch darkness, in this silence, I’m losing my mind. No. I can’t let him win. I can’t. “Three-point-fourteen-fifteen-ninety-two …” (3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197) I can’t remember the next digit after eight. Come on. Remember! I yell at myself in my mind.
