RE: "How do you actually know you're real?"
January 9, 2013 at 7:05 pm
(This post was last modified: January 9, 2013 at 7:06 pm by Welsh cake.)
I don't care any more.
Reality reinforces my apathy everyday. For instance, I read in the paper the other day that a worker got suspended from the Port Talbot steelworks near me during an investigation into a serious allegation from CCTV footage that he threw a poor little cat into a vat of molten metal.
Fuck this cosmos.
Just like the protagonist from H.P. Lovecraft's Ex Oblivione, I've also come to the discovery that the eternal nothingness, oblivion, is the natural state of things, and this 'existence', as we know it, is merely a brief nightmare, a violation of the void. I strongly feel that existence is an error, that will happily be erased, and corrected by its cessation.
Reality reinforces my apathy everyday. For instance, I read in the paper the other day that a worker got suspended from the Port Talbot steelworks near me during an investigation into a serious allegation from CCTV footage that he threw a poor little cat into a vat of molten metal.
Fuck this cosmos.
Just like the protagonist from H.P. Lovecraft's Ex Oblivione, I've also come to the discovery that the eternal nothingness, oblivion, is the natural state of things, and this 'existence', as we know it, is merely a brief nightmare, a violation of the void. I strongly feel that existence is an error, that will happily be erased, and corrected by its cessation.
