Kaiyo let his body walk blindly down the path he’d been set. He watched it go to class, go out with friends. Watched its face pull up into a smile and words come out of his mouth in order, the plop, plop, plop of them. He ate enough to keep weight on. He would eat untoasted bagels and cold cans of soup. He couldn’t be bothered with the wait inherent in boiling water for ramen. Nothing tasted of anything recognizable anyway.
