very (not) normal

he awakes every morning staring death in the face. it's no longer a shock. he lives alone. these four walls are both his prison and his sanctuary. they are his prison because he cannot escape. they are his sanctuary because he does not want to. he never leaves his apartment-cell. there is a television in the corner that he never turns on. he does not know how the television got there in the first place. he moves from his bed only to excersize and wash his face and hands. he excersizes out of a need to feel in control. he does pushups, and counts them off loudly to no one. he stops only when his arms can no longer support his weight.

keep doing your pushups in your four walled apartment-cell, old man. i'll be laughing at you all the way to the bank. keep yourself cut off and out of my face. if you ever think you might want to come outside, you just pick up that telephone and call me, so i can remind you of all of those things that made you stop going outside in the first place. how? silly man.

i am all of those things.