I didn't feel like a person, more like a body. The largest amount of "emotion" that I remember was some weird delirious worry that people could smell me rotting, since I thought I was actually dead and just "pretending" to be alive. It was very odd. It wasn't scary, at all. I went out to the woods at night alot, it felt like they where calling me to go be there at night, I took alot of pictures of innocuous things, the asphalt, a playground post, a wooden bridge guardrail, a tree, the dark space between some trees. But it felt like when I looked into the darkness of the forrest I was looking into some grand cosmic mirror, since there wasn't a self anymore.

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