Thursday, January 7, 2010

inside a letterbox




I think that life is whatever you want to call it, or make it, or if you want to - break it. I think everything is all about context. I'm sitting in a room, and I could be mistaken, but I don't think there's a world out side my window. Its just a projection. Like when I'm driving in the car, and I start to feel like I'm in some sort of simulation and the car is staying in one place and jiggling about on machines as someone is projecting images of the world going past on the window. I don't know that I can accept realtiy right now.

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