I am struggling to wake up from this nightmare but the truth is that I may not even be asleep; I may have nothing to wake up from. I don’t understand what is real and what is potentially a dream/fiction/my imagination. I am uncertain about who exists and who I might’ve invented. I don’t know what has been invented by the government or society, and what I have invented myself. I’m so confused. I’m not sure if I’m alive – or if indeed anyone is alive. This could all be fiction. Everything could well be lies. History could be a lie. History is a lie. Nothing is real.