You pluck the stack of papers from the wall and turn to the first page.
The top reads: “August 20, 2025.”
Curious.
The handwriting beneath is frenzied and begins with, “Sometimes I feel like I want to escape from the world…”
You look around at the place you’re in. The caretaker of this world certainly seems to have escaped sanity.
Are these going to be the ramblings spilled from a brittle mind shattered like glass thrown against the floor… or the musings of a soul wandering through a complicated landscape?
You read on…
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Sometimes I feel like I want to escape from the world.
I have to remind myself that people are generally trying to be good… trying to understand what is good…
…they’re just doing so differently.
It’s not that they’re bad, it’s just that sometimes it feels lonely.
I wish I could take them by the hand and show them the way into my world. Which is I guess what everybody wants - in one way or another.
When I close my eyes and descend into the depths of my world, the dark void is punctuated by vibrance.
The details brighten the inky path, casting a hopeful glow into the shadows.
In this world, we're not fixed equations. There are no final conclusions about us.
We don't exist as an ultimate sum of goods and bads.
We are all fluid moments, capable of going in any direction at any moment… capable of generating a myriad of moments every single day.
These moments build the tapestries of life.
