After a century of loneliness, while surrounded by hypocrisy and uselessness, I realized that solitude is a blessing. One cannot be stressed in the absence of the stress inflicter. One cannot be murdered in the absence of the murderer.
While observing the outside through the concave walls of the sanitarium in which I reside, I figured out the truth, or something resembling. The walls act like a lens, which rips me out of my blindness, showing me the "real thing".
Images...some say one picture's worth a thousand words. I say a picture's worth everything. Sometimes one can see his own life in one image. No matter how many places one has seen visited or how many things one has done, there is always one thing that beats them all: an image, nothing less, nothing more. So I'll let you find that one image that comprises everything you know while I try to forget my image...