1. How could I explain the entire fabric of my existence? The sonder and crisis, the love and loss. We are so connected in this digitally modern age, yet so painfully alone. So we parade ourselves in the veneer of self-congratulation. The ethos: dormant in the mantle. We tear each other apart in our tribes and now so comfortably. Where is humanity headed? Are we on course with our own self-destruction? If our purpose to give rise to homo evolutis, a new class of superior androids that will consume and spread consciousness to every fiber of matter of the multiverse. I swallow the self-preserving fallacious doctrine that I am a decent person. But I am simply a lizard brain beast with a frontal cortex. And while I could let someone glance inside for a moment, no one will ever truly know me. And I will never know them.

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