Alone in Schrödinger’s Room


You and me, we know each other. 

You, voice of reason, burning anger and seething claws when needed, your mind a dirty puddle of writhing bodies and sweat. You laugh and you make him laugh again, you listen and you let him speak. Born from what he despises yet always his daughter.

I, panic and fear, not able to defend myself against the raging despair that makes me curl up and always looking for easy exits. Easy, always easy. Manipulative woman with her blood red lips, beats you senseless before it hits. Torture for the body, healing for the soul. I am but remnants yet still you love me.

Yes, you and I we know. 

We are alone in Schrödinger’s Room, for the sake of tragedy, the Greek kind.

About quantumphysica

My name is QuantumPhysica The Insane, but you can call me QP. I am insane, admitted to a mental hospital in Belgium, and waiting for a decent diagnosis at the moment. Once I was a physics student with goals in life and what more; now I'm simply the patient of Room 93. Ever wondered what life is like in the psychiatric ward? I'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know... I am... particularly twitchy of personality. But I also am genuinely interested in everything. There is nothing that doesn't interest me, really. Everything, from quantum computers to fashion and cars to traveling... I also give advice. On anything. No taboos whatsoever. And I make lists of things...
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