when

i'm alone in the room with nothing but a computer and his name. his name. he the one who comes to me in darkness in the haze why is he here who is he what am i doing here? where am i? why can't I remember anything? time seems to stretch, to bend, to fold in on itself. i have been here for years, for days, for decades i tell you for centuries, for hours and minutes. why why am i here. who am i?