i keep seeing holes in the walls, i dont know where they came from but theyre there, i can hear faint rustling from behind them and can see shifting light sometimes in some of the holes. the walls keep inverting. not sure which way is the inside or the outside, all i know is there are holes in them. either way they turn, either way the walls move i never stop seeing the little thumbtack sized holes. i have a friend in this room with me, his real names is augustus but he only answers to the name johnny. the light that the holes project is a light bluish hue, soft & translucent like a baby’s soul. johnny says he doesn’t see the holes, i don’t believe it when he says that. when the walls turn inside out i can hear him weep. it never bothers me because i am a stoic and shifting geometry does not frighten or sadden me in any way. the holes, however, and the soft shimmering light that protrudes from them make me feel unease. there are 4 chairs in this room and a small table. johnny always sleeps upright. johnny’s been here longer than me. i count how many holes are in the wall to pass the time, i stare at the light bluish hue like baby souls that come from them, the lights are seemingly entirely separate from the holes & also totally aligned with them in every temporal & spacial way. a single analog clock hangs on one of the walls, it never disappears or falls even when the wall it is hanging one shifts & inverts.

day 586: uneventful day, johnny walked on his legs & feet for around 2 hours while i watched.

day 9783: uneventful, the tip of my nose grazed an inverting wall as i was in one of my usual stupors traversing the internal alleyways of my own mind. this is my favorite way to pass the time. 

day 9784: uneventful, i thought about the light that comes from the holes, i wondered out loud if the light maybe really was baby souls.. somehow this room is like an elevator between material reality and heaven and johnny and i are custodians of an in-between world where souls pass through to reach another destination. i also thought about the term “baby souls”, are they the souls of newly born babies, or are they merely general souls who are freshly created? i don’t know, all i know is there are holes in the wall and sometimes a light bluish light shimmers out from them.

day 9839: the holes disappear and appear now and then. i counted some over the course of 2 hours or so and i reached 74. 

day 10493: uneventful, after johnny did 5 pushups i urged him to look at a hole which was displaying a light bluish light, but he insisted he does not see the holes. bastard. i never get angry, but i swear he should be able to see the holes.

day 11035: uneventful, littered across the recesses of my mind are fragmented memories, desultory tales of a old live which i once lived, sad remnants of some kind of story that happened to a person who is me but seemed not to be me a long time ago. one of these memories keep repeating in my head ad nauseum, it’s a blank scene of me standing in front of large open window overlooking a large plain vista of pure green grass, the window is unadorned & vaguely concrete, bright sun is radiating down. on the top of my one palm is a sterile plant pot with a single green calathea plant jutting out of plain dirt. in my other hand is a small green watering can which i am using to water the plant. the entire scene looks sterile, plastic, almost 3D rendered like, the scene looks like a hospital smells. it repeats in my mind as i sit in the room. 

day 11285: uneventful