Metaphysic Storm

Two years ago I woke up in my pad and found four of my paintings turned sideways on the wall. I verified the fact with a neighbor and indeed something had changed the orientation of my artwork. She said, “Be careful”. Since that time I have been haunted with events that don’t break the laws of physics but definitely violate the laws of probability. After I gained the knowledge that there was indeed an agent manipulating me, my mind went into a state of overactive agent detection. My pattern recognition mental processes went into a state of hypersensitivity thrusting myself into two years of paranoia and mental torture. I don’t know what is doing this to me. I have speculated a million scenarios and have begged for mercy, the truth, why! The two possibilities that I have disregarded are the supernatural and the possibility that I actually am crazy. I feel confident that I would be able to tell if I was hallucinating and have never had anyone confront me as if I were hallucinating. If it is a supernatural agency it is behaving in a manner so as to be indistinguishable from a highly networked human made construct. After two years, I have finally began speaking to friends and family about it. They, as you are sure to do the same, think I am highly arrogant for thinking that I’m special enough for an agency to take an interest in. Or, of course, that I’m being cursed by a demon of hell fire or guided by an angle of heavens delight… I’m just an average guy making my way through an intense point in our history. I don’t think I’m anything but Robert the artist and thinker.

I’ve always felt special but the addition of them has made me feel like a freak . I’ve begged to know why this is happening to me. I feel as though my mind has been raped by these thoughts, dominating without my consent. It’s as though I need water, but worse, because needing water one knows the subject of the problem. I know n0thing. Ladies and Gentleman, this is the paper trail. I’ve been suffering from the Stockholm syndrome, sympathizing with my captures, emulating them. Well, I’m not going to hide anymore. I’ve run out of ideas, out of experiments. Now, maybe you’ll emulate me. Show yourself.