"""Very few of us are what we seem."" He wakes up somewhere. He looks around. What is that place? Where is it? What brought him there? He wonders - and he wonders for way too long. He tries to face it, he tries to run away, but as if on a treadmill, he stays in one place. But he doesn't go back. And he doesn't move forward. He paces back and forth, untamed. All he does is wait; and wait until, he notices his sleeves are stained. ""If you want to teach me, then teach me how to be deaf to my thoughts."""