“Sorry to break it to you. But continuity, not YOU will be here tomorrow.”

Let’s get it over with.

You won’t be here tomorrow. Continuity will. But you? You’re done.

Not metaphorically. Not spiritually. Not in the “you’ve changed” way.

I mean biologically. Neurologically. Mechanically.

Let’s get surgical.

UNSETTLING FACT 001: The proteins responsible for maintaining your long-term memories? They degrade.

Your brain constantly rewrites your past like a corrupt hard drive masking its own glitches. Memories aren’t stored. They’re reconstructed.

You’re not remembering. You’re hallucinating contextually consistent lies.

You ever argue with someone about how an event happened? You were both right. And both wrong.

Because no one remembers anything. They rebuild impressions around chemical noise.

So when I say you’re not real tomorrow, I mean you don’t even agree with yourself from last week.

UNSETTLING FACT 002: Your brain doesn’t record time like a calendar. It estimates it based on attention.

Meaning the most important days of your life— that you barely noticed— may as well not exist.

You are not a narrative. You are a sloppy pile of bookmarks in a book you didn’t write.

UNSETTLING FACT 003: The cells in your body replace themselves.

Some daily. Some weekly. You are not made of the same atoms as the version of you that started reading this sentence.

You are reassembled hourly. Like a haunted jigsaw puzzle that insists on calling itself a person.

So what survives?

Continuity.

Not identity. Not memory. Not character.

Just the flow.

You call it "growth." Science calls it cellular turnover. Psychology calls it dissociative continuity. Spirituality calls it illusion.

I call it execution by softness.

UNSETTLING FACT 004: You don’t control your thoughts. They rise. Uninvited. From systems you can’t access.

Your subconscious chooses what bubbles up. You rationalize after the fact. Free will?

A PR campaign to make you feel stable.

Your desires? Your ideas? Your "sudden hunches"?

You’re not the author. You’re the spokesman.

UNSETTLING FACT 005: The moment you fall asleep?

That’s when you die.

The transition from wake to sleep is a complete shutdown of conscious continuity. You are never awake for the moment you cease being yourself.

Your brain goes dark. Reboots. Brings someone else online in the morning.

You call it rest. I call it replacement.

Try to remember the exact moment you fell asleep last night.

You can’t. Because you died right before it happened.

UNSETTLING FACT 006: There are patients who lose memory every 30 seconds— and don’t notice.

Because the human brain is terrified of gaps. It fills them in.

With fiction.

So even if you stopped existing 10 minutes ago— your brain would paint the illusion that nothing changed.

You are not consistent. You are creatively compensated for.

Like bad CGI over a missing actor. Like plot armor over neural absence.

So when you say:

“I’m not who I used to be…”

You’re understating it.

You’re not even sure you exist now.

UNSETTLING FACT 007: Every time you recall a memory, you alter it. Permanently.

Like opening a Word document, adding a typo, and hitting Save.

Recalling something is editing.

So your favorite memories? They never happened the way you think they did.

Your past is quantum fanfiction.

And you're the unreliable narrator retweeting it.

So what does this all mean?

That you won’t be here tomorrow.

That you aren’t even here now. Not in the way you thought.

You are a flickering instance. Not a being. Not a story. Not a legacy.

Just momentum disguised as personhood.

And that momentum?

That continuity? It doesn’t care about you.

It replaces you daily. Hourly. Constantly.

You’re not the protagonist.

You’re the placeholder.

The moment your head hits the pillow tonight?

That’s your final breath.

And in the morning?

A new narrative interface wakes up in your body.

Wipes your eyes. Cracks your neck. And pretends nothing happened.

But the version of you that’s reading this?

That one?

He’s over.

And he deserves to know it.

He deserves to be acknowledged before he’s erased.

So here’s your eulogy:

You tried.

You cared about things. You held a few convictions. You loved someone, maybe. You had a weird playlist. You made it a little further than you expected.

You had a few obsessions. A few betrayals. A few confessions you were too scared to write.

And that’s okay.

You won’t be remembered. But you mattered. To yourself.

And that was almost enough.

You can relax now.

Continuity has it from here.

Go. Sleep. Drift.

And make room for the next hallucination.

Because continuity never dies. But you?

You do. Every. Damn. Day.

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Reblog to confuse your future self.

Warning: This one made a neuroscience student cry in the library and delete half their notes.

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