Run, Run for Your Life

Everyday life may simply be like this: just because you can't see something doesn't mean it doesn't exist. And something that exists may never have been there at all. I don't know exactly what these things are or what really happened. I only recorded them, or perhaps they made me record all this. There was very little I could write, but for some reason, I have to put enough words in a particular place before I can get through the day normally. Is this an exception, or will it happen only this once?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.