I live for every little bit of sensory input. I mean to say: every little pain, tiny smell, every sound, every tree I see scattered across a mountain range, every taste... every glorious interaction between my body and the rest of the world, every electrical stimulus that the big glob of fat and water and sugar in my skull converts into meaning, or notices, or barely takes notice of...
I guess this basically boils down to existence for the sake of existence, but... what a fun, wild way in which we exist!
I guess this basically boils down to existence for the sake of existence, but... what a fun, wild way in which we exist!
How will we know, when the morning comes, we are still human? - 2D
Don't worry, my friend. If this be the end, then so shall it be.
Don't worry, my friend. If this be the end, then so shall it be.
