Here? There? Anywhere?

Hi.

Nos-Chin here.

It’s been 21 days and counting with no human contact.

It sure is quiet in here. You hear that? Crickets.

I’m starting to question whether I’ve ever had contact with humans. Did I imagine those bozos? Were they a figment of my imagination? Did I, in my extreme loneliness, invent two human beings who cared about me? Because I’ve had nothing but time to think here and I’ve (almost) decided that if the bozos cared enough about me to say “Bye Nos-Chin, I love you” five times a week, they’d never forget about me. Right? They’d never move on and leave me in my car-coffin! Right? RIGHT?!

Therefore, they must have never existed.

So, if they never existed…. then what else did I invent in my head? Sex? Drugs? Cars? Rock ‘n Roll? NOS-CHIN? Did I invent myself? Am I just a mass of consciousness? Void of body, and barely here?

Sigh. I’m in an existential funk.