...And in the bright white light I saw my face on horizon. And in the dark room I was alone. And with my red light beam strapped to my forehead, I adventure. I go. Let me go. I'm gone. I sometimes still feel like closing my eyes. Into the darkness. And sometimes, I still do. Upon "the Witching Hour" I feel new. I feel weird. I feel me. I feel myself.
Apart from myself being computerless, I feel alone.