It’s like we missed our appointment. Like we haven’t made the meeting – a really important meeting. At which really important things were to be discussed. About us. About the world. About our future. All of that stuff.
It’s like we don’t care about anything anymore. About anything we should care about. About our own … existence.
Are we losing our survival instinct? Don’t we even want to survive? What is this about, for us? What are the stakes? Why does it matter? Who’s paying attention?
Is this all just more randomness? Just random stuff. Just stuff happening and happening and happening?
The world is … wearing away. Everything is just … wearing away. Reality is wearing away. It’s like we can see through the world. Like the gauze is wearing thin. Which is good.
Work in Progress 