There’s a parasite, settled in my brain. It feeds on my thoughts, feeds on the best of me. I see things that no one else sees, the sadness of the world, silenced by a game. When I am alone, in my room at night, when my eyes are safe from the neon lights, I see the truth. I see it glow in all its solitude, fading in and out, fragile and rare. I see how much we suffer to be so far from it.