Today I woke up on the floor of my bedroom, naked, surrounded with papers scribbled on with black pen. I held the pen in my hand, and I had drawn large scars all over myself. Probably the sensation of the pen on my skin had woke me, I don’t know. I remember staring at the pen in my hand and the papers around me, wondering how they came there, feeling pretty shocked by discovering the drawn scars, and then I simply crawled back in bed and slept until morning. I think I was in a state of shock, in any case I wasn’t really thinking.
The papers were filled with Algebra. The axioms of group theory, but the writing soon became more chaotic and scribbly, to the point where I couldn’t decipher it anymore.
These are a few of the papers I have scribbled on.