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I now hate rectangular prisms.
In this cube I languish. I lay on my side, second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour. It seems to all run together. I don't notice the change from night to day to night again. In my mind, it's continually at the apex of darkness. I put up an umbrella, even in the house, for I feel rain. But it's not rain. Merely water from my eyes. Eating feels like a waste of time, just another activity to busy and burden my body, while my mind is stagnant. "How are you feeling today?" Dead nerves can't feel pain.
