There's no one I can talk to, cut off as I am, from the real indifferent world. Now, though I am unsure as if I've given up, haven't tried to talk to people, to explain this reversal, but they merely think me mad. So I speak no more, and simply wait for yesterday. My memory slowly escaping, to remember and correlate a precise day after more than a week of this had passed was proving to be impossible. It's all too much, with so much of myself gone, all I can do, surely, is submit? All I can do is wait, and I hope that when I wake a day ago, that it was only a dream. Six months have oscillated past my agony eyes. Physically, I feel nothing, morally I'm empty. How long will this displacement last? My job was last to go, I could not bear the grotesque paradox of working alone, and over and over, with no-one to notice or give a d*** about my condition. Besides, no-one can solve this one, maybe I just won't exist any more...