‘It's rustling rustling around me I'm standing here without a reason if I should have one the others they will think not me I know why it's confusing me that's a pity it seems so normal to me standing here looking for what my eyes are searching for the changing of my solitude the sounds are all strange to me a wide gap between this and myself in which an unheard scream stays with no response silence breath in and breath out calmly I didn't do any of the things I wanted to do that's still inside me that wants to come out I'm restless I want a back wall to lean against but I'm standing in the middle of the room there's nothing to lean against (…)’