Unconventional Enlightenment

The walls, the ceiling, the door, the niches; they all seem to get longer and shorter before my eyes. The texture of the ceiling looks like your average ceiling, but why do I see this distorted movement in it? How discomforting and nasty does that texture look? It looks as though if soft could be very uneven clumpy pieces of putty. And if hard, which it is, can scratch you if rubbed in a swift fashion.

I see artwork whose subject matter all have a vast background of some sort, mass landscapes etc. They seem so lonely. So cynically delectable to roam in.

There seems to be a fog. From the cigarette smoke? I just bought this pack a few hours ago, it's half empty, that explains the fog. No but wait, there is a real fog in here.

It's more of a vivid gray I'd say. It has no depth, no capacity, no energy, just everywhere and completely present. It carries with it, an ambience of silence. Not the silence is golden sort of silence but the silence one would imagine while journeying to the after life. That sort of morbid silence.

I feel my face unusual. My jaw can't seem to close and I imagine what my face to look as an expression of shock or astonishment. I fidgit. I can feel days passing in sync with every tick of my watch.

Suddenly, tears run down my cheeks. A weird music plays, a random song, then as soon as the tears stop, which is approximately after 60 seconds, the music stops as well. Then returns that silence.

A tree appears on a clearer corner of the setting. It looks navy blue in silhouette. I feel paranoia. Then twig snaps off and I feel indifference.

I crazily run around to find a house or some form of life because the loneliness itself feels like a presence or a being slowly slitting my throat.

I see random objects. And every object holds this unconventional yet efficient potential purpose to be able to kill someone.

Fucked up thing. I know where the exit is. But funny how even the exit seems to experience a very foggy climate in my weather report.

Ah, it's 7AM. What shall I do? Well... this is the way we wash our hands, wash our hands wash our hands, this is the way we wash our hands, early in the morning.