Since I have never escaped this cycle, everything else feels unreal, for I take it as the only reality.

 Even though I keep saying my imagination is vast, there is one subject where I can never go beyond the limits: the possibility of a life other than the gray void I’m in now. Being understood, for instance, has always felt alien to me. So alien that I didn’t believe it could happen in the physical world, because it’s a theme belonging only to my dream world. It has always been like that. Since I have never escaped this cycle, everything else feels unreal, for I take it as the only reality.