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fell asleep and dreamt of flying above fields of golden daisies with sunshine filling a perfect golden sky. I dreamt of babies with blue eyes, alive but never living, their blue eyes filling blue seas with blue pain.
It was like watching an ancient rerun of a television show about country living, complete with sheets flapping like white flags surrendering yesteryear on the clothesline out back.
The man with no future, who existed only in the moment, was invisible to a world fixated on anywhere but where they actually were.
Perception was reality. Was reality, therefore, equivalent to perception? A slippery slope if there ever was one. Thus the question of this world being real or not was more troubling than it may have at first seemed.
Why was it that human beings had this God-shaped hole in their heads that needed to be filled when the mind grabbed at straws?
“Second, the only meaning to life is the one that you give it, and don’t let anyone tell you any different.”
Not much wild was left in the world today. It was ironic that tourists now lined up to come to a completely artificial island that was built to perfect synthetic reality, all to enjoy a shred of the old reality by dusting themselves down in smarticles.
copycats.” As he said this, an LAPD officer burst from the bushes, disheveled and
So this is what reality feels like.
