It's Just A Question

[pristis]

Do you ever think to yourself- while you are running an errand, say- something like the following: "Why am I here? Why am I holding this slip of paper in my hand? Why are the lights so harsh? Why is everything done in primary colors? Who are all these people? Who designed this thing, anyhow? I don't know. I don't like it here, very much. I wish I were somewhere else."

I suspect that these moments of lucidity are all that prevents me from going spectacularly and irretrievably insane. Well, the medication helps too.