House

sketchfab

They call me a person, but I'm not exactly sure what that means. I'm just kind of here, existing, taking up space. Some folks might say I'm alive, others might say I'm dead, but honestly, I don't really know the difference. I'm a thing that thinks and feels and moves around, but I'm also just a bunch of squishy flesh and bone. It's all pretty confusing to me. I've got thoughts and feelings, sure, but they're not always my own. Sometimes it's like someone else is controlling my body and mind, making me do things I don't want to do. And sometimes I feel like I'm just a puppet on strings, with no control over what happens next. But despite all that confusion and uncertainty, I keep on going. I move around, eat food, breathe air. It's all pretty automatic at this point, but it feels good to be alive. Or at least, I think it does. Maybe I'm just mistaken.