Your Own World is Better Than the Real One

Part 1

I'm curious, when you think do you see images and words or is it just blank? I think there's a word that labels the inability to see images and words and colors when you think, I just can't remember it. 

I see everything when I'm in my mind, if I read a book it's as if I can imagine the scenes as clearly as I recall a memory. I find that kind of magical, definitely a way to escape into your own mind and create a-whole-nother world for the taking. 

Maybe it's not super healthy to rely on my imagination for motivation to live, but I like to think that if I ever committed a serious crime and was arrested, I could definitely withstand long periods of time in isolation. 

I feel like that's the ultimate brag, okay maybe not, but I like to think it could be. Sometimes I want to get arrested, so I can sit with myself for eternity and not have to worry about anything other than shitting, breathing, and eating. 

But then I think well maybe you could actually live a content life with your physical body instead of your mental one. 

I've pondered this and have come to the conclusion that it's too much fucking work.