I should begin with my name, but to be honest, I see no use in it. This is a journal. A journal of what may or may not be accomplished. I might give up on it in just a few days like all the other things, or it might become the one thing in life I long to accomplish. I am but an average man… "man"… big word. I'm no closer than an overgrown child, with the same actions that sometimes I simply don't control out of spite for my own persona. Nothing special besides that; I am not gifted with a superpower, with much above-average beauty, or possess intelligence, and if anything, I lack in any athletic ability. I am but grit on a beach with no use other than to think or strive to be even remotely special.
This world… a reality, with nothing special to it other than hopes that there is a God watching us so our existence will not be ridiculed by death. But other than that, the usual decay of human malice and the light of the sky are the only typical events that break the night and the day apart. This city, an ever-expanding concrete shell, is made only to dampen an already pulverized spirit that could never prevail in a world like this.
We were gifted by evolution, engineered to fit all kinds of terrain and forms of nature, and yet it is ourselves who limit this very power. But I have had enough of this wish to sabotage myself with nothing but memories of the past, of this lazy act of denying any form of action I could take. But at the end of the day, I am just a simple human. A university student—I feel like I did not introduce myself properly, but then again, what would be the use of it? I'm a creature, a human who thinks like any other, and I have my own ways to trick myself into believing that I may be just one of those who will not follow this mindless horde. That finally, I come to have a greater sense, that finally, I don't have a life to which I'm bound merely to exist; I get to live.
So, in the following nights, I'll start traveling through the city streets. I have no reason for it; maybe I'm trying to act tough, strong, a night vigilante, but truly I am not sure why I'll do it. I've been living in this city forever, and I have only gotten so far in it. I will start to look into it, to finally learn it and all its God-forsaken corners that are covered by shadows darker than the black holes in this universe.
What will come to be... I don't know. But to this day, to this very moment, I want to finally do something more than just exist. So, in order to achieve this, I'll give myself this mindless task I've pursued since the very day I know I started to think like this. This is the start of a name I'll try to imprint on these cement walls, on those never-ending streets, and whatever else there might be: The Creature.