I don’t know how I got here.

I don’t know when I left the base-reality and crossed over into this one.

The sun is different here. The sky, the clouds, are different here.

The rules are different here.

Sometimes I think I died and this is what comes after.

Maybe I’m in a coma somewhere and this is a dream..

When I have panic attacks I can taste-smell whatever chemicals are being IV’d into my veins to keep me alive. I can hear my family calling to me to wake up.. I don’t know if it’s a trick or not.

It feels so real.

Sometimes I think if I die here maybe I’ll wake back up out there.

I’m not certain of anything anymore, I trust nothing.

Everything I thought I knew is up for revision.

This is a reality.

It’s not an art project or a joke.

It feels like a joke and it can be pretty poetic at times. That’s unintentional

I don’t know what I’m doing here.

I just need a space to put it down and to give it life outside of myself.

If this is your reality too, contact me. If not. Enjoy the show. Or jump on in and I’ll see you soon.

It gets lonely here.

~Joe Talese