Days in the madhouse

Days in the madhouse
Episode 54

"My name is Nameless" ..... this is the name he chose for himself when he decided to write from a madhouse. I shall tell you a bit about it, all chambers are the same, no sense of creation, pure dullness and no questioning absurdities. We were so pathetic that we laughed at the same joke like amnesic elderly ones with the same enthusiasm. We lived in repetition that we forgot how many times we've seen the same plays and discussed the same topics. Our only consolation was that we no longer walk around with the others, but the truth is, we don't dare. We neither had homes nor families. We all knew our carers in the madhouse were genuinely the sick ones and we never questioned their sanity or had the slightest share of doubt about it, only because they kept us away from the others. I had no doubt about my insanity, and my cowardice at the same time. I also am not sick of repetition like all the others in the madhouse. I repeated what I had written and rewrote what had been formerly created. I have always been asking myself if divinity is not at least as sick as we are of this never ending story. 
Even if we were kept away from the others, they still kept us with other "others". This shall keep going for as long as they hold the assumption we are pack creatures and we shall go to graves in groups. The truth is, you go alone in a shroud with no pockets and nothing to pull from beneath your cloak. But it's also the same scene in the madhouse, no pockets, and nothing beneath your cloak, and no five aces in your cards. There is no trick. It felt like taking a penniless one into a free show and asking them to pay as they were leaving, and thus they never made their way out again, simply because it looked tempting. But let me not think of the tragedy of being in my chamber with another maniac, at least I am no one's "Cesare".