Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror, or I see a picture of myself, and I stare back into my own eyes. And the longer I stare, it’s like the more I start to wonder… Is any of this even real? Am I real? Are you? Is time, as we know it, real? How can I know?
Then I snap back into the real world and carry on about my day as usual like I didn’t just have a mini existential crisis in the bathroom for 5 minutes.
Maybe my brain’s just fried like an egg. Maybe I’m just going crazy.
Maybe I’m just going crazy.
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