trip002

I am trapped within the confines of my own existence, a puppet on display for the amusement of an unseen master. Every step I take, every word I speak, feels scripted, as if I am merely playing a role in someone else's grand production. I am the unwitting star of a show that never ends, where every aspect of my life is meticulously crafted to entertain an unseen audience. I am the object of their voyeuristic gaze, their puppet to manipulate at will. Each interaction, every relationship, feels contrived, lacking the authenticity of genuine human connection. The streets I walk, the people I encounter, are all part of an elaborate set, designed to maintain the illusion of a real world. I am constantly on guard, searching for the hidden cameras and listening devices that surveil my every move. Paranoia consumes me, as I question the intentions and identities of those around me. Friends and allies become suspects, potential collaborators in this elaborate charade. I yearn for liberation, to break free from the suffocating confines of this false reality.