Everything that didn't happen in the previous half hour is probably twisted in my head, and everything that isn't twisted is completely made up. I don't remember anything right. I probably don't even know where I am right now. Who am I? Am I Sam-slam like I've thought or has that person evaporated and gotten overtaken by all those voices that suddenly became quiet? They were probably never there in the first place. Just another imagination fabrication taking over my cognition mission. I don't feel like I exist.