As I stared into a gray sky full of visual static, a site that I haven't seen in a long time, akin to the snow that would show on old TVs back when I was growing up. No sun. No moon. A part of me wishes I hadn't reminded myself.

Nothing has changed, and I've lost track of how much time this has been going on for.

I've been wandering for a long time. I don't understand why I'm not getting hungry, or tired. I should feel things that I'm not feeling. And yet I still feel a sense of unease at the fact that I'm bearing witness to what I can only describe as an existential error of some kind. I just wish I understood why I was one to witness it. Why I wasn't frozen too.

I walk along the highway, cars frozen. Drivers talking to their phone, eating, listening to music, getting upset. Captured like a photograph. Statues. ...The cars are silent. The woods, to my right, are silent. Only my foot steps and my breathing seem to faintly echo throughout the road.

Was this world ever real? Am I in hell? Do I exist? Maybe sometime I'll understand.

I just hope that in my wandering, at some point, I find out that I'm not the only one here. Maybe it's a bit selfish of me at this point to wish that other people were subject to the same existence that I am, but I miss others. I'm scared and confused, and I wish I just had someone else's hand to hold...