Monday, October 24, 2016
Everything is fine.
Everything is beautiful.
I work a lot.
We're still alive.
This is happening.
Does any of that make sense? Does anything make sense? More of my conundrum, sense being an entirely subjective object based on perception and understanding: you have to understand things to understand things, otherwise you basically just know things are there and understand what others want you to understand based of what they want out of you.
"...for paralysis will soon result from trying to remember whether we have remembered everything accurately.”
I can't wait for my mid life crisis to start, so everything can just be delusionally fucking bad ass.