My thought process has become nothing more than chaos and glitches, I am a broken computer, my mind is the static of your television and your records skipping. Chaos and nightmares are no longer beautiful. They are frightening. There must be order. I am fucking up and I must not fuck up. It isn't winter anymore, it isn't thousands of snowflakes falling, it isn't "Doe Deer" anymore.
I've just become so far away from the real world and what defines it. What is reality, even? The keyboard under my fingers only exists because the collective conscious agrees it is there. If the collective conscience decided there was a tree in your front lawn, there would be one. It doesn't matter if it's physically there. Everything is a hallucination, a phantom. Is there even a "collective consciousness" or just my own? Am I alone? Am I here? Are you there?