I thought to change my worldview, out of boredom.
But my aspirations, personality, fantasies are social constructs.
Colour, sound and time are administrative conveniences, artefacts.
Any rebellion is a reaction to the narrative.
Thank you for your co-operation.
I’m context-dependent, part of the matrix.
Then again, I have moments of what feels like full There is no spoon comprehension.
Is it pre-reflection, a first-order experience, tan 90, a singularity?
Let I be undefined.
There’s a fine line between zero and infinity.
The walk-out comes with rotating stylised sunbeams and angel choirs.
Namaste motherfuckers. I grok this.
I know kung fu.