Gudetama has been living the same routine for nearly three years. The outside world sees him as a lazy, careless egg, but underneath that gudetama suffers. He is bored of being an egg and wishes for a new life. His wish is granted...

Everyday, my life repeats itself. I come out of the warm embrace of the shell. I am cracked. Slowly, I adapt to the heat of the skillet. I am a yolk. I am Gudetama. A white blanket surrounds my limp body. I can barely open my eyes. The weariness of this repetitive mudane life consumes me. I know one day I will be eaten. I just don't know when. I will accept my fate. 

I am not very religious, but I believe that in my past life I was a horrible creature. Because of that, I am damned to be an egg forever; forced to perpetually experience  birth and mysterious death. I have never met my creator nor my destroyer neither have I put in the effort to thoroughly think about it. Woman. Man. Animal. Alien. Non-existential being. When will I know who you are?

For 1,095 days, I have awoken in a barren room. The walls are a baby blue. An innocent blue but taunting because I do not know what lies outsides these walls. I am trapped. The skillet is black like onyx. The heat hurts but I am used to it... My skin burns merely to appease my torturer. I cannot open my eyes until my torturere removes me from the inferno and places me onto a white circular object. The cold overwhelms me. I am scared, but calm because I know I will not die. No, not today.

I imagine the one that causes me pain, the one that makes me burn, the one that makes me dead inside is immortal and feeds off  my fear. my fear of uncertainty. The only agency I have is within my thoughts. With this body, I cannot move. I cannot control where I go neither what I see. I am like a ghost: there but not there.

The only excitement that exists in my life is the thought of possibly ending this cycle; however that is out of my raech. I wish I could at leaslt have a choice... As gudetama, I must merely observv