Kindle Notes & Highlights
The image stored in my head suffers rapid decay and within hours I will be unable to describe the sunset that I have just witnessed without accessing the false but technically perfect sunsets that I’ve seen on a thousand television and computer screens. I have no personal memories that are untainted by media
The physical world is getting less and less realistic by the minute and eventually I will learn to pay it no mind.
Reality is in the business of killing off fiction.
This is the sweet hate machine of human chaos and no one wants to be noticed, no one wants to be saved.
