for anyone who finds this and is confused, it's an essay about the subjective nature of reality from the perspective of a schizophrenic, except i can't use the words subject, nature, reality, or schizophrenic because of the prompt, but i probably wouldn't have used those words anyways for extra challenge even if i could, so as to make the disorienting nature of my writing even stronger.

really really like this passage -

"What is a root but wood, what is a fountain but a drill. Drilling thru this illusion allows for a world unfurling from chains of habit, no Habit ghosts wand'ring our roads now."