I’VE BEEN THINKING A LOT ABOUT FATE.
IS IT EVEN REAL, IF THERE ARE HOWEVER MANY OTHER VERSIONS OF YOU THAT MAY NOT MEET THE SAME END? OR IS THERE SIMPLY A UNIVERSAL CONSTANT FOR EACH INDIVIDUAL? DO WE ALL KEEP FLIPPING OUR SHIT FOREVER AND EVER INTO THE AETHER, OR DOES OUR SHIT EXIST IN A FINITE SPACE? IS OUR SHIT IN A VACUUM?
I THINK I NEED TO TAKE A FUCKING NAP. MAYBE.