And the thing about it is…

That when I look around, I’m not actually sure about what I see.
What’s really real? What’s just perception? Could it be that
everything that I’m looking is really teal-colored, but the way my
brain interprets things causes me to see things in technicolor?
What’s a texture?

It’s raining outside. A lot. Contemplating reality is a farce.
Whatever is, is. There’s not such thing as a ‘false’ reality. Or
*is* there…?

November 2nd, 2006 | On The Road

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i don’t even remember writing that. did you?

maybe nietzche or perhaps jung or klimt sent in some nifty transmissions.

Comment by mkoperwas — February 19, 2007 @ 9:55 am

What kind of pseudo-intellectual bullshit is this? Nietzche is rolling around in his grave (listening to techno music.)

Comment by Sierra — November 10, 2006 @ 6:38 pm