what would you do if your waking life felt like suffocating inside a dark dream where chronology as you knew it was regularly thrown out the god damn window? and all that could be got were cheap thrills and dime store romance??
what if you only ever did anything to prove to yourself that you weren't dead yet???
what if your own reflection and your own name and your own memories and personality and so on began to feel meaningless and useless to you??
what if this all became an extremely long and extremely boring episode of the twilight zone that only ended when you crossed the finish line which is called Death???
what then lol