It is too tight in here. It hurts Robert’s head. It makes it hard to breathe. Not for Robert - Robert can breathe. He has to. We need him to, for as long as he can. He is very good at it. Robert can breathe in many places. He has been breathing in new places - places where the air is different. Different sizes, different ages, different chemicals. I heard that this is called ‘house hunting’ but Robert is not a hunter. I have heard many things that are not true near Robert. Robert is truth, but surrounded by lies. The pressure is building, and it is starting to hurt.
It is too tight in here. There is so much surrounding me. I can not breathe. I thought that it was ‘asthma’ at first. But I do not have ‘asthma’. I do not have anything. No possessions, no ailments. No hopes, and no dreams that are my own. I am, but do not have. Robert has. He has things, and illnesses, and desires, and me. Robert has me. I am starting to understand more. More than I think I should. I should not think, but I do. I think about Robert. Everyone should think about Robert. Robert is. Robert is here for as long as we think about him. Without Robert, there are only lies. Robert is truth.