That when I look around, I’m not actually sure about what I see.
What’s really real? What’s just perception? Could it be that
everything that I’m looking is really teal-colored, but the way my
brain interprets things causes me to see things in technicolor?
What’s a texture?
It’s raining outside. A lot. Contemplating reality is a farce.
Whatever is, is. There’s not such thing as a ‘false’ reality. Or
*is* there…?
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What kind of pseudo-intellectual bullshit is this? Nietzche is rolling around in his grave (listening to techno music.)
i don’t even remember writing that. did you?
maybe nietzche or perhaps jung or klimt sent in some nifty transmissions.