Imagine there is no reason to leave your house. Imagine you feel no reason to stay home. Yet you are stuck with your own thoughts which keep pestering you, with a constant sense of restlessness whose root cause you can’t name. The world around you seems to be shrinking, shapeshifting, as if symbolic of your state of mind. The ceiling is descending lower and lower; you leave the room hitting the doorframe with your shoulder. You look out the window; there is no one there, no one is waiting for you, and no one can hear you. The world outside becomes ephemeral and beyond reach. You can’t find a place for yourself in your own space; every moment in time is uncomfortable and every attempt to contact another person inevitably leads to a misunderstanding. No longer a sensation, time becomes a substance; hours pile up and fill up drawers and shelves. The ceiling is coming down ever lower. You watch the news from a world you don’t feel connected to, your relationship with it unclear. You look at this world through the lens of other people’s observations, which makes it seem even more illusory than before. Sitting on the floor, you are wondering if this is the only version of yourself.