These are all the corners of my room. This is where we, myself and Teddy, live. For the first time, I notice the little crack in the ceiling, in the upper corner. I become aware of the materialistic nature of my room. There are 8 corners... that's quite a lot. I wonder. Teddy is looking at me, I'm not sure what he wants to say. Maybe he is still mad because I dropped him yesterday. Was that crack there before? Maybe my room didn't change at all, and just my point of view did. That crack was there before, I just hadn't noticed it until now. No,
nothing has changed.
And Teddy still has that same look on his face.