Apophenia, the general tendency of our minds to make meaning out of the meaningless.

And it was warm.

What do we want to want?

There is no chess match when multiple universes stretch and frown and squat to shit; when the existence of parallel realities in physics proves that tragedy and comedy, love and hate, life and death, were never really opposites; when language and being and knowing themselves are revealed to have been blinded by dumb binaries.

Run towards the darkness, sweet peas, and shine.

Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

Your heart can hold everything.

Including the world — its darkness and its light.

Including your story, including my story — including the story of all of us…

If you think about it properly, there's nothing real anywhere. There's only the choice with which you fill emptiness

History is still being written