We're all just temporary beings fixated on temporary entities at the end of the day. Is our frail mortality a good thing? Is our individuality a shallow subjective rendering of our own reality? What the fuck even are feelings and thoughts? Do we have them or do they have us? Whatever the case may be, we all die and that makes it special. Right?
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Short thoughts
RandomLittle ideas that come into my head and every once in a while I'll catch them and put them down in words
