No. 8

It had been gloomier than ever. The thickness of the fog was to the point where vision was to no applicability. It had encircled the house and she wished for it to last leastways til her mind was at ease. The sensation of isolation gave her repose. There was no image to uphold nor was there room for the spectrum of judgement she so often felt pursued by. She would often recognize her social behaviors after associating with others feeling filled with disconcertment. This inveterate acting had been a part of her for so long, she could no longer recall it’s commencement.

Was it an act of survival or just the egotistical need of control?