Isolation surely brings on certain thoughts.. Everything (and everyone) is reduced to a status of artifical beeings and you become trapped in your own distorted reality, where those few, who are alive, are just some sort of automated personnel, where false worlds invade your perception, and every natural event brings an unnatural reaction in your mind.. Every unusual state, thought, action (anything) brings forth only further distortion. And soon you can't stop it anymore, forcing your consciousness to erode itself further and further, more and more. And what scares most, is that you like it. You think, that maybe, just maybe, something special is finally happening, you thirst for it, ofcourse you do, but actually it's no good for you. What's good in comming one step closer to madness? You start seeing things, just on the verge of sight, but still you do. And again, you like it. Your eyeball is all pink with blood when you wake up. And you don't know the reason. Your eye aches but you find it a good thing. Why should I think it's bad, you say, it's some new experience for me, it's interesting. Yes, interest and informativity are your new measures of quality. Discarding those artifical notions named good and bad you impose upon yourself the new ones. And once again you like it, you like it all: your pathetic reality, your pathetic conceptions, your pathetic mind itself.