I’m confused, but I don’t even know whether I’m really confused. It’s hard to discern what kind of life you are living when life reaches a plateau of some sort, and you start questioning everything. You doubt your own words, doubt the words of others; push people away and detach yourself, live in no time zones. The only measure of days and time I have is the sunrise and sunset each day. Life is a constant stasis.
You’re placed in picturesque scenery. This idyllic scene is supposed to be serene, comforting, but I’m more confused than ever.