Reflection.

"The days repeat, my life spiraling downward in circles. Everyday like a repetition of the previous." - my journal, Tomomi.
The worst kind of depression may be present, the kind that doesn't exist. Day to day one may undergo further emotional atrophy, to where they one day may not feel anything anymore. Happiness, sadness, anger, ecstasy, imagination, nothing... nothing but void. There is the schedule, the daily routine: wake up, go to work, go home, feed the dog, eat, brush your teeth, go to bed, dream, whatever it may be. But besides this person's schedule, there is nothing... no will to do it over again, but they will do it anyway.

Is that living?
Are such people human?
When one reaches this point, can they really see colors or does the world simply become black and white?
What color is the sky to such a person?
How do people appear to such a person, perhaps they are just mannequins?
Can these people truly hear what other people are saying?
Can such people recall bright memories of when the world was colorful, full of life?
Can one really know when they have reached this point, perhaps they believe they are dreaming?
How does one return to the surface from such a place?