duh
Voices. And the walls echo and reverberate incomprehensible drones. Of nonsense. I'm only hearing because listening takes quite the effort and about this time I don't care to. The alarm clock has grown fuzz and at last I am sucked into the void. Everything gets blurry and something inexplicably causes me to touch my face. A dozen or so times a day, one for every hour, possibly. Things suddenly seem to lengthen and distance blooms. Distance blooms. The type fogs out and starts to resemble braille dots. Something, anything unanimous and inanimate in here catches my eye and is suddenly so interesting, for about 5 seconds, before I briefly lose touch with reality once again. Ladies and Genitals, this is neuroticism at its finest. Unfortunately, I'm here all night.