Nothing is Certain
Time feels different already.
Everything is surreal here. Sometimes I feel as though I’m coming undone. Other times I believe I already have.
I can hear Them, calling to me off somewhere in the distance. But, here, distance is as immesurable as time. They could be closer than an arm’s length away, but I could walk forever and never reach Them.
Thinking here makes me tired. As though my mind is wading through an ocean of thick honey. It’s suffocating slowly. I know this and yet I cannot stop it.
Something gives me the impression that things are happening. But I can’t be sure. It’s as though everything is at the edge of my periphery. I catch glimpses, but when I turn my head everything vanishes.
And everything is constantly changing.
I can vaguely remember myself, but even those memories are infrequent and blurred. Sometimes I believe I am the product of this reality.
Truth is, I don’t know where I am and I don’t know how I got here. All is know for sure is that nothing is certain.