[ WP ] A story with no point . Just the ramblings of someone committed to a mental institution .

It's a nice day, is n't it? I suppose I would n't know. I suppose I do n't know things really. I used to. Used to know things, that is. I wonder when that stopped, wonder when I stopped being a man who knows things. Was it when I killed him? Was it when I came to this institution? Perhaps I never knew things at all. Maybe I was born stupid, maybe the stupid came later. Maybe I'm not stupid at all though. It could be that I'm just crazy. That means I'm not though, does n't it? A crazy man does n't know that he is crazy but lives in ignorance. Therefore I am not crazy. I always said that, said I'm not crazy. Nobody believes me. Would you? I did n't kill him. They said I did. I did n't. They said I'd go to jail. I did n't do that either. I'm here instead, because I'm innocent. Or because I'm crazy. Have n't completely ruled that out, have they? It's no matter. I am lonely though.. he used to visit me. Used to. Even though I killed the other guy, he never hated me. He used to come. He was always sad though, he was always asking questions. At first they were hard to answer, but then they were easier and then they were easy and then he stopped asking and then he stopped coming and now I'm alone. Do you miss me? I missed him. Is the weather nice? I'm not a murderer. I do n't think. The rockfall was an accident, I did n't cause it. Except maybe I did n't stop it. Or maybe I started it. I'm cold now, I think. Maybe I'll take a nap. Will you still talk to me when I wake up? Will you come back? I need to tell someone. I'll be waiting for you. Have a nice day.
