Having to sort out what all of this is about is driving me to the brink of a type of madness. I like to delve into metaphysics, the paranormal, and the things that don’t appear. I like to ponder human behavior and try to make sense of why people do the things they do.
It’s like falling into an infinite expansivness and I’ll never find a destination. One fork in the road leads to another road with infinite divergences. Pick one and make your next infinite choice with infinite outcomes. It’s not over. It’s never over. There is no point b. There is always point next, destination infinity.
So I’m not doing so well holding onto this idea that at some point in my existence I’ll be “somewhere”. There is nowhere but here. And I think I’m slowly deteriorating into a little insanity. I can’t fathom reality anymore.
