I wanted to post something. Maybe a few deep thoughts about myself, about my current state of mind. But I can't. Not because I don't want to, but simply because I don't know how.

I look inside the box and all I see is this really big mess. Rags and chips and tangled threads. Wool, silk, linen, burnt matches and a few shards of glass, probably from a broken mirror.

Can't read my own signs. Can't push my own buttons.

I desperately want to wake up, but am too lazy to start breathing.