What if everything you believe to be real was a lie?
I take seemingly innocent and normal things such as going down to the river and even looking in the mirror and question if my eyes are playing tricks on me. What started off as writing about my daily struggles with depression has quickly turned into a fascination with a single question: what if everything is a lie?
Eyes can be very deceiving.
Instead of gore and jump scares, I rely on doubt.
If you doubt reality, welcome!
