I’m afraid of going crazy

I’m afraid of going crazy

I don’t have room to memorize. They are like a vacuum stretched to infinity, like putting two mirrors face to face. I don’t know if I’ve always been like this. No one seems to notice any difference.

I don’t know how to pack my luggage.

The voice in my mind is louder than the sounds outside. I am looking for solutions.

I feel something moving under my left cheek. I blink, for hours, until I cry. It seems like I won’t breathe again until I make a conscious choice. I have the feeling that all eyes are on me, but I know that no one is watching me.

Bodies elongate, people have too many noses, and my throat swells up like a frog, and then it’s strangled by a constricting snake.

I feel like I’ve short-circuited, I’m burned inside.

An anonymous article, from the work process within. [ship of fools] An Indie Box project co-financed by the National Cultural Fund Administration. The project does not necessarily represent the position of the National Cultural Fund Administration. AFCN is not responsible for the content of the project or how the results of the project may be used. These are entirely the responsibility of the beneficiary of the funding.

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