Traffic.
Fiction.
Traffiction.
There are no cars in front of you.
They're all in your mind.
Just keep driving forward.
Also, there is no spoon.
So, good luck eating the soup they serve you in the hospital after your car accident.
Silverware.
Wary.
Silverwary.
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Does this go back to the post about how you imagine that everything else in the world is real, but you're the only thing that is real?
ReplyDeleteI think I'm past that now.
ReplyDeleteOr am I only imagining that thought?
What if my imagination is the only thing that isn't real, and I'm only imagining that I have an imagination?
Imagined.
Edge.
Imaginedge.