Just give up on reality! Just give up on the concept of things existing outside of your feelings about them! Your thought life is what is real, assuming that there has to be any such thing as anything that is real! Actually, it is other people's opinions that matter! Your thoughts don't matter to anyone! So shut up and let your blue haired ticktockers tell you what to think! Because of course! Reality is all garbage! Whatever!
“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
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