We have been here before. Trying to think what is appropriate for the particular box in front of me is failing. My vision is conspired with illusions. Look us Mr Gray, we have been telling a story about you in your absence. A troubling narrative, spruced up to catch your attention on the evening news. There is always the being talked to, SomeVoiceFromElseWhere
narrating your life as it is unraveled. As if the chronology of the narrative is spindled for future play.