Sep 17
We create worlds.
Worlds inside our heads when the outside world offers us nothing we want. If we’re willing to take it. We create worlds out of scraps and scattered remains of stories and ideas. Our own or someone else’s. We relive things we think went wrong, trying to get them right this time, like playing a video game and saving right before an unexpected plot-related tragedy.
I went mad once. Some days I’m terrified of going mad again. Sometimes I think I already have. For months now, or maybe weeks, I’ve been feeling a pressure on my back like someone I don’t like is leaning on me. Not a physical pressure, maybe a psychological one. Have I gone mad already? Did I ever come back?
Yes, I did. I came back down to earth. But it’s hard for me to stay.
