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He-hello? Is anyone there? I'm…I'm not really supposed to say anything. It's strange. I…I can't remember. The walls here are white. I don't like them. They feel like they're watching me. Maybe caving in. The food here tastes odd. Leaves a foul taste in my mouth. I don't know what it's made from. Or who cooked it. It's cold. It's dark. No one visits me. Sometimes, if I am good and I ask, I can go on a walk. Someone always walks with me. But they don't say anything. Are you here? Is…Is anyone listening? When I get back they give me some water. It's just enough to make me more thirsty. But it helps me swal

  There are people who know why the world revolves    why monkeys and fossils evolve  why the Catskills continue to erode and devolve why cartilage and bones corrode and dissolve         this could be why we dream.  When earthquakes and volcanoes break out and layer up    and cover our eyes with a cloth of dust   like a frosty morning makes a field look like a tiled floor.  When dreaming breaks our souls into pieces instead    of puzzling our consciousness together   like fighting fire is a job as well as revenge.  When lakes begin to look more like graveyards    and emotions begin to feel trapped inside skin   it's what wha