I, like you, pretend to exist.

In a rough sense, reality is one thing knocking against another.

According to relativity, from the frame of reference of a photon, the time it takes for it to go from the origin of the universe to it interacting with an electron in your eye seeing it is zero. If that's not fucking weird to you, you're either dumb, blind or have an insight of significance.

Ever get the feeling the universe is conspired to keep you imbittered?

Hindsight is amazing. Everything I've done is wrong, or could have been done better.

I like how I'm able to tell myself that I'm looking forward to things.

My favourite philosphies are those that encourage you to embrace your observations and revel in the madness.

Find the metaphore that works, and then pull it apart.

Humanity's constant plunge into despair is almost comical. We revel in the grotesque spectacle of others' desperation and cling to the illusion of familial bonds, as if they could ever fill the void within us. This is the most beautiful concept we own,

Let yourself reduce to truth.