#34

There's a grubby grey patch on the wall. For six hours now I've been sitting here staring at it. I do not want to move because if I move the world will move with me. Truths and falsehoods will come to bear and I'm not sure I could handle either at the moment. I've started doubting every shadow that is cast. What is real and what is illusion? I'm afraid I no longer have any idea.