After all those years had gone by it still didn't feel right. He still didn't feel right in his skin. The things that he heard inside of his head still didn't sound right; they still didn't make sense to him. Sometimes he would think that he was going crazy, maybe, or that maybe he was just imagining the things around him; that they weren't really there, that reality was just a projection on the wall and that sooner or later the lights would come on and the slide show would be over. And at other times he'd forget about doubts and questions that he knew he couldn't really ask anyone about. It seemed to him that if we was going crazy, maybe everybody was too. If he was going crazy, he'd have lots of company with him. At the same time, he knew that there wasn't a lot of comfort in that thought. If he was going crazy, it would probably be better if he was the only one. It wouldn't do if everyone lost their minds all at the same time. Who would fix all of these broken minds if everyone was crazy too. Or, maybe if it were normal to be crazy, that wouldn't matter anymore. If everyone was crazy, that's what would be normal then. That's what life would be like then. It would be crazy.

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