The world looks like a series of blobs moving around in a bright, white space; it’s a blank space. And although we like to believe we fill it, we barely penetrate the surface. I suppose you could call us decorations — we look different but we all serve the same purpose.

I want to close my eyes, but humans are scarier than blobs and fuzzy shapes, and that’s all I’ll see once I open my eyes again. So, for perhaps a few seconds more, I’ll remain in this lightheaded, hazy state.