The Walls Have Eyes
If walls could talk, I would be screaming. Cliché, I know.
My awareness came out of the blue. One moment I just was, with no memory of what came before. Blackness? Nothing? I couldn’t begin to fathom how an entire consciousness materialized from nothing. I didn’t have a brain because I was a fucking wall, yet somehow I could think. I didn’t have eyes for the same reason, yet somehow I could see. It felt like a dream. Or at least what my thought bank told me dreams were supposed to be like.
