Just
To write when my brain is not quiet, to draw when words are not enough.
Just a life between these two.
imperfect "perfect loops"
We are trying to find our own selves among the selves that are thrown around by the manipulation of the decision mechanism. We are manipulated, we manipulate, we manipulate ourselves. In the sea of infinite possibilities, we walk every path but our own. If we choose to walk our own path, we are isolated. And then we turn a blind eye to manipulations to conform. As we move away from ourselves, we become unhappy. The closer we get to ourselves, the lonelier we become. The infinite possibilities created by the sum of these imperfect "perfect loops" make us unique in theory. But in practice we are all the same ordinary human beings.
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