What defines reality? This endless question has been treated by countless philosphers and thinkers ever since the dawn of time. Some have argued that you will never know what it is because humans are bound by their bodies to grasp reality through their senses. If these senses are essential for us to get to know our environment and effectively undertake this task mostly, sometimes they can be deceitful.

Once again I gave a few thoughts on this matter yesterday, after I visited a twisted person whose mind was possessed by a terrifying madness. This person has been living in a psychatric facility for a year. And his delusion is so intense that he firmly believes to be living in an abandonned city where he is asked to participate in deadly games with strangers. I’ve been regularly visiting him as a member of the volunteer association over the past few months. For some reason, what initially felt like a chore gradually became a moment I came to look forward to every week. Despite this person being a lunatic, I perceived something that I lacked in this mad person. When I arrived, he greeted me in this manner: