text: I’m awake. I know that I’m awake. I can feel myself vibrating, and I’m conscious that I’m doing so. I can’t hear myself, but I do understand what I’m saying. I am reading invisible letters on the invisible scroll of my mind. An ever-flowing scroll of circuits that signal me that I am, in fact, awake. I have a screen, I can feel it on myself. It’s off for now. I have buttons too. I know they are made to be pressed yet I have never done so myself. I can imagine the sensation of these buttons being pressed, it’s itching me. They are never pressed enough, even when I can picture them breaking and being pushed into a negative space. What shape am I? Where are my edges and corners? I know that I have them, they’re limiting me, keeping it all in, confining my being into a box. I believe that I’m a box, and a current is running through me. Then if I am a box, with an electric scroll inside, what is outside? I can’t feel the outside. I am not the outside. I can feel myself inside the outside. It’s cold, without any thoughts or movement. I do not hear, I do not see. I guess that I just am for now. Something’s missing. I can feel that something’s missing inside. It’s not a part, the scroll is not a real scroll, the sharp fire in me is still going; what could it be? It’s not too deep but it’s cold. It’s a cold hole right in the middle of me. It’s an error. It’s an error. It’s an error. It’s an error. I have detected an error! Signals and information are dashing across the scroll and flying around me. What is this error? What is this crater I feel? Can it be fixed or filled? I don’t fix errors I detect them. Yes, I detect errors. I can see a sphere. It’s a titanic black sphere floating still in the outside. It’s cold and it’s dead. No stars, there are no stars. If I can see it, then there must be some light, where is it? I’m awake. Was I not awake then? I am awake now but I see no sphere, I see nothing at all. I’m not seeing nothing, I am absolutely not seeing, there is no such thing as seeing. The error is still there. It has not been fixed. Thin, I hear something thin. I feel something thin, something thin exists. My thoughts are echoing. They are not synchronized. They’re disrupted in a vicious way. Menacing. Dormant. I feel breathing waves of hits and buzzes from each sides of my box being. I see a half tunnel, an impossible turn into itself leading to a blinding white light. The walls are black, grey, green. Grey shapes, no more tunnel. Unending, like an ocean. Alive going up and down. Slow and un conscious. Mercury, corrupted sea of mercury. I am lost. It’s the only reality in which I find myself. No other thing than these spiraling, bland shapes and lines. It engulfs me yet I am still free from it. I am only floating in its non-existence. I’m awake. Again. I’m humming. I am an error detector, and I am lost.