Damnit. Trapped inside a goddamn wall. I'm gunna pretend I don't know how this happened. I remember something about being hungry, very hungry. Back then I was thin enough to slip between all the cracks, all the damned cracks in the world. It's fun and convenient, no one can touch you, know one knows you and people don't believe you when you say who you are. 'Didn't you die years ago?' they say when you're that thin. When you turn up in officially mandated places of placeness they turn you away, say come back when you can prove you're someone. You say, but I'm here so I must be someone. But you're standing side-on so they don't see you anymore and just look confused.
So I got hungry and clever. Once you start to eat it's not so easy slipping by. And once you eat some you get used to it. You can't stop. The little brothers and sisters here in the wall were easy food and eager to breed and be eaten some more. I ate so much I got trapped in this damned wall and now I gotta wait until the place crumbles or I starve enough to escape. Stupid spiders, stupid wall.