The World Of Mathematical Logic [Fiction]

I see this place different from normal people. The place, where everything is logical. Where the decisions are simple. Either yes or no. Everything boils down to this two answers.

There are lines everywhere. Linear function like lines, that make amazing shapes, but simply bending around. All of them following mathematical principles.

I like the π. It is logical and all the information on the world are inside this little letter. A concept of infinity.

I hope the people in white will not make me forget about this world today. Sometimes they do. They make everything misty. They say, that I am not normal. That what I see is not real.

But the world comes back after a while. Every single time. They can not destroy it. Because to me, that world is more real than theirs.