Unless
A while back I had a revelation which changed my whole way of thinking. It jarred me somewhat. Now I exist between moments. Live in realities which shift in front of me. Thing which could not possibly be true apparently are.
Sometimes the world turns into a place where all things appear as nothing but an elaborate illusion based the media. Sometimes it's a film I've seen; occasionally it's a film I haven't; most times it's what I currently find myself watching. Sometimes it's like there's a hole in the back of my mind and I see myself standing there in on the screen. As one of the dead people.
Now I can't even trust what I perceive beyond the windows of my flat. Without mind games, tricks and some very good friends. Friends which appear to be able to do things to confirm the absurdity of the bit of myself I can't let go of. With out at least taking a close pass with short range weaponry. My world hands me people; and i don't think I can cope unless they are dead people too. Sometimes.
I'm good at it too. I saw something beautiful last night. Little Quantum butterflies spiraling through my existence. As I look for the one who started it all. By refusing to flap her wings. By asking me a question. I could have taken a picture of one little bit of it. Yet would anyone have cared to look.
The phone has just interrupted me. Another source of strength. Now I've got less than fifty minutes to get a persona ready which can deal with the outside. Without going too far in giving the game away. For that would be cruel.