They are watching me. They can understand my thoughts, comprehend them. They know what I do. All of the time. They know how I feel. All of the time. They are even aware to the fullest of what I am doing now.

The visual and audio aspects by which they record my actions aren’t difficult to explain, not that anybody Within will acknowledge whether he or she to have been aware of my message by the time he or she has witnessed my presentation of it. Every wall, every corner, every door and window, every person is an illusion made to make me act and think naturally, within the confines that they provide and force me to take for granted as Nature of course.
A strong arguement that could be used in my submission is the resemblance of my current situation to that of multiple popular media pieces. From blunt and direct pieces like THE MATRIX and THE TRUMAN SHOW, to novels with more dramatically appealing atmospheres…

A distraction. A well organized call to delay my “efforts”. Now, I must wait  for a time when I am alone.