6.13.17

Black.

The scene that spreads before me is unbelievably black.

The kind of clichéd black that makes you feel disconnected from being unable to see even your own nose.

To see is to recognize as existing.

Then.

Am I not?

In here,

Is my existence null?

Questions.

Just questions with no answer.

-Excerpts from a Lost Pierrot

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