Suddenly he felt strange. Everything around him seemed empty. He looked at the ceiling. He looked at the ground. He looked around. It was all useless. Everything seemed like a stranger to him. He was someone new to this place. He looked at his hands. They did not evoke even a bit of emotions in him. He remembered the smiling faces of the people he knew. And then he asked himself whether he knew them or not?
He felt naked but without shame. He knew nobody would look at him. He was alone in himself. He knew that the earth was green and homely. But he never felt at home. It was just a strange feeling that he felt. A feeling which showed how useless he was and that he had lost control over his mood. A feeling which made him see the hollowness of everything around him. He felt weak. And sad. With a stone hanging by his heart.