It's getting harder and harder

to find the open doors. The fog that comes with this new reality makes it also hard to find my tools for survival. In the backround is the constant low pitched whine of broken parts, the engine keeps running. But for how long...?
I'm reading a book about madness and desperation. An attempt to ignore reality a tragic escape. But I don't see any answers to my questions. I don't know where to turn or what to ask.
The humming gives me a headache.

So let's make a plan.