How many seconds, hours, days, or perhaps years has it been since he was here
Where even was "here"
Was he dead? Or was this, nothingness, the same one he came to when he slept
How many times has he even asked himself these questions now
Time was a relative concept, it was a number, one based on the perception of objects of constant unchanging routine, the rotation of the sun, the moon, and the earth for example were one such concept
But here, where there was nothing but himself he found the concept of time nonexistent
In this absence of everything he was the only exception, he was the only thing he knew existed, his sense of self was the only sense
He hated this feeling, being alone, he had spent the last two years of his past life watching the world change around him while he remained silent, forgotten and empty
The discomfort grew in his dissatisfied self, becoming very apparent, to the point it became heavy and frustrating