Induction

There must be a rip somewhere in the space-time continuum through which a different reality, eerily similar but evidently different seeps through, reality of which we are made aware through the inconsistency of events as we know them. 

The sun rises in the same place and the surroundings seem unchanged, but the language makes no sense, turning night into day, like a Shakespearian commentary on absurdity distorting the truth. A different reality, where neither logic nor kindness exist and nothing that happens has to follow the laws of cause and effect.  

How do you function in a world like that? Do you know who you are? If you do that is enough. The truth doesn't need white washing.