There is a strange vibe in the air. Perhaps it is the change in weather… but it is strange. It seems like somehow people are more hyper and happier, while at the same time the sadness and darkness that is usually hidden is suddenly so much more apparent. Out of nowhere the grey inside is so visible, and everyone is so naked, and the happiness they plaster on their faces – the happiness that they too believe is happening – is plastic, in a sense. But organic plastic. They are not trying to build a facade. There is just also a gloom coexisting with them, tinging the edges and shadowing their otherwise excited nature. A sickness is growing outwards but no one has noticed yet. There are carriers everywhere but they are so used to it they do not notice it becoming noticeable all at once. Dormant but seeping. Lucid dreaming.