EMERY
I no longer have any notion of time.
Whether a day or a month has gone by doesn't make any difference, and I wouldn't be surprised if either of these solutions worked. Everything happens in slow motion here, or it all speeds up at once. I have no way of knowing what's really going on when everything seems so blurry, so clear, so noisy, so quiet.
Everything contradicts itself in my brain to the point where I'm no longer sure of anything. And that's torture.
I have no idea how to deal with everything happening to me. Since Conan left, I've been sitting on this bed, watching the guard come and go. I've counted three meals brought in, but I've only eaten two. I can't find the hunger to eat the one that's just arrived.
