The place of no place

Week 3

At this point, I have spent more time asleep than awake. The pain is now unbereable, I feel extremely sick and incredibly weak. Out of my three dear plants, two of them have died because I forgot to water them. I decided that, if this was my end, if this was the way i'd die, in an infinite supermarket, I would at least try and use my last strenght to wander around. It's not like I had anything else to do anyway. Perhaps I would faint from exaustion and die peacefully. In best of cases, which I dont even actually think possible right now, I'd find some food or even an exit.

So here I am, wandering like a damn fool, which I probably am. There are all types of stuff here, things that would excite me if it wasn't for my condition. After walking aimlessly for what felt like a couple of hours, I found something, something that made me stop and think, something that for some reason seemed to make a small smile form on the corners of my lips. An isle of ropes.