Perhaps sometimes a predetermined format is the way to train oneself back to the very human necessity to communicate on some level. That’s what I’m left with lately. Or, so it seems.

Sometimes it seems that I’ve even forgotten how to form my lips into words to perform the normal interactions that are expected of me as part of a society. I fall out of the habit of even allowing other people to exist in my little reality. I unlearn one of the basic human tenets, that is, to participate on a daily basis in a matrix known as life.