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The walls are watching; they examine my motions with their plasterboard eyes. Such mannerisms they have, snickering on my behalf. I suppose they find me amusing, why, I cannot determine. Everyone has an opinion, whether it be their own or another's. I am amazed as to just how provoking the simple wall can be. They taunt me, clearly in hopes that I will give into their mind-games and leave the confides of my room. Nay, such shall not be done.
I have one window, one lonely window, within my room. It has no eyes, it has no voice. I suppose said window could potentially speak to me had I not boarded it up. I have no use of a window, besides, wooden planks are far more ornate than a false view of the world fabricated by them. They have created all of the illusions which we misconstrue as reality. They invented the concept of time, which is of course thoroughly nonexistent. Today is Noneday, tomorrow is Noneday, yesterday was Noneday. Right now it is none-o'clock. Weeks; Months; Years; Lies. These words are all synonymous. Of course, words are nonexistent as well, but this I mustn't tell you.
I prefer not to breathe. I hold my breath for as long as I can manage to, for air is impure and has been recycled through the disease-ridden lungs of humanity for what they would call centuries. There is no closure in breathing. I am bringing this entry to an end now, for I am growing weary of myself.
The walls are watching; they examine my motions with their plasterboard eyes. Such mannerisms they have, snickering on my behalf. I suppose they find me amusing, why, I cannot determine. Everyone has an opinion, whether it be their own or another's. I am amazed as to just how provoking the simple wall can be. They taunt me, clearly in hopes that I will give into their mind-games and leave the confides of my room. Nay, such shall not be done.
I have one window, one lonely window, within my room. It has no eyes, it has no voice. I suppose said window could potentially speak to me had I not boarded it up. I have no use of a window, besides, wooden planks are far more ornate than a false view of the world fabricated by them. They have created all of the illusions which we misconstrue as reality. They invented the concept of time, which is of course thoroughly nonexistent. Today is Noneday, tomorrow is Noneday, yesterday was Noneday. Right now it is none-o'clock. Weeks; Months; Years; Lies. These words are all synonymous. Of course, words are nonexistent as well, but this I mustn't tell you.
I prefer not to breathe. I hold my breath for as long as I can manage to, for air is impure and has been recycled through the disease-ridden lungs of humanity for what they would call centuries. There is no closure in breathing. I am bringing this entry to an end now, for I am growing weary of myself.
