More and more I am wondering “what is reality”… what is the fabric of this reality? The older I get the more I wonder why thing are the way they are? Why do we do things the way we do them? Why are people like the way they are?
I feel confused. Reality shifts. It morphs.
Hyper-reality.
Simulacrum.
Spectacle.
Hmmm?
i think everything has a purpose
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