There is something to be said for the comfort of familiarity.

What do you do when in the middle of the day, in broad day light, you begin to question what you're doing. It is okay if it is night and you can switch on your favourite TV series and drown out the voices in your head. But, in day light, when you are expected to make logical conversations with the world, on numbers, on motivation...when you feel like you're wading through a quagmire suddenly... how do you deal with it? The person you want to talk to sees you as a devalued piece of human creation. The people who are ready to listen to you are those you don't feel like confiding in. Sometimes, I think I need space. But then again, at times like this, I need my home, my friends, my cities, my food, my hangouts, my brands. To give me a sense of who I am. To remind me that I am still who I was and that I have not lost everything, that I shall still find my way. I hate such moments, when I question everything. Is this the truth? Is everything else delusional? Or is this an abysmal hole I should sidestep? What is real?