But am I, in fact, living?

This structure and everything in it feels false. My homeland, which lays behind these walls, is all I have ever known. Now that I have been cut off from it, the world as I know it is nonexistent. And if the world doesn’t exist, then neither do I.

It’s hard to be yourself when there’s no world that you can feel at home in.

- A Passage For Processing, 2023.12.20.B