For this being a social experiment, you are being very anit-social. Maybe that’s the experiment. Maybe not. HELLLOOOOO! Are you there? I’m having trouble because I can’t help coming here. Looking for something. I can hear my echo. What’s bizarre is I find myself nearly physically in this room you have created. It’s more a reality than this alternative dream-state I am co-existing in. I hate that place. Life has been sucked from it. Is this preparing me to go back there? Where is this journey taking me? I have nothing to say, but I think I need to say something. I think you’re looking for something. But what does it matter what any of us says? It’s futile! — It’s futile.
Who am I? I can’t escape that question. We can’t even really be ourselves here, even though we know who we are. Or assume we know, anyway. Do I REALLY know you? Do you REALLY know me? I don’t even know myself. But that doesn’t preclude you from knowing me more that I do. You ARE perceptive.
I want to stay here all day. But I have nothing to say…