Have you discovered freedom?
No, or yes – maybe yes – I do not know. How does it feel?
Strange I guess. And a little bid weird. But I like it.
How?
Because I feel alive.
I feel alive!
How does it feel?
I do not know. Different?
I want to die!
Why?
Because then I know what it means to live when I wake up again.
Where do you wake you?
Somewhere new.
I am afraid of the new – because then I do not know where anything are.
What are you scared of?
My senses!
Your senses?
Yes!
Well what do you use them for anyways?
To feel if I am alive or dead!
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