No - body

A few days ago, while I was lying down, it suddenly occurred to me to start a conversation with myself. The first thing I said was hello. And that bounced around inside as if it were in an infinite room. And the question bounced right back at me, and I felt strange. Who asks who? or What is he asking what? And once again I was the center of my admiration. In that moment before falling asleep, where everything begins to melt while the body relaxes. Where is that voice? From what place do you ask? I feel like I'm constantly floating. What sustains me is not even close to solid. I am like a liquid that covers a sphere.