across the road lies the rolling lands of greenery, such a beautiful place to spend my leisure time. sprouting from their trusty roots are families of dandelions and daisies as white blurs with yellow in one large haze. that old creaky bench has always been a relaxing spot to sit back and take a load off of my aching feet, when it had been so long that i couldn’t even have recounted my last break. winding paths lead into yet another magical adventures as it’s graced by the depths of trunks and shrubbery. such a place is perfect for comfort and reflection on troubles corrupting in life, the perfect place to relieve stress.
The narrator's statements are immediately suspicious because he begins by mentioning "the disease" and its effects on his senses. This suggests a psychological or physical illness has affected his brain. His further comments in lines 19-20 about "how wisely I proceeded" and "with what foresight" suggests a distorted view of his intelligence.
