Ethereal

you know what's not okay? the majority of these kids are not okay today, the fucking majority, they have no social skills at all, some of them can't even talk.

the purpose of life is to win and keep winning even more.

combining both concepts: if a conscious being makes me lose at my conscious goal, i will, with the full meaning of the word, disintegrate it while listening to the following song.

bye

a new start. a blank page. infinite possibilities. all of them worth exploring.

if we’re the universe experiencing itself, then i am the universe.

and i want to see myself become better. i want my other parts to become better. some parts will be violent or confused, like an atom soup inside a neutron star.

the universe knows and doesn’t know that it’s conscious.

it contains the answer. to the question of: "what is qualia? this consciousness? and why is it so special? i was asleep forever, and now i'm awake for a while, then i'll go back to sleep, forever".

the universe has a memory of itself. it was the first memory. and it persist. it's a calm, confused, blurry and stationary memory. of a narrow sunny alleyway made of gravel between 3 human buildings. but over here, in this corner of itself, why consciousness exists is still a mystery. another blank page.