I think I expect good writing to make me escape reality. Sorry, I just saw a man walk up a tree. I got distracted. The guy just disappeared. No, wait, he’s going up the tree. I swear this happens every morning. Does the guy go into the tree? The man doesn’t like the inside of the tree. Too many noises. The whirring of the vacuum and the buzz of the air conditioner. It’s really annoying.

Jeez, maybe I am the man inside the tree. Does the wind bother him? I don’t know, but the man just saw a bird fly by with food. Yeah, sometimes the man inside the tree doesn’t know what to talk about. Also, he speaks like he writes. And he doesn’t care about grammar or whatever it’s called. The man just wants to escape reality. Am I the man in the tree? Yeah, I still don’t know. No, probably not.