That guy over there? Don’t worry about him, he’s always there. Others usually fail to see him, or maybe they usually can’t. I guess he climbed out of the hole in my head, maybe he can enter someone else’s head for a change. Maybe he could enter yours. That would be nice, don’t you think?
You’re struggling to see? It’s like we’re at the edge of the world, isn’t it? I never could see inside myself, now I can’t see much at all. This hole hasn’t solved any problems, the problem is just… more visual, I guess?
You couldn’t see my fog before, could you? Now it’s a bit in your face, a bit suffocating. You can see the fog, you can see my hole.
It’s no longer my problem. It’s yours.