suppose this was all just an illusion!






everything. the roads we walk on the people we talk to the things we buy because we think we need them. we think we need so many things just to live. suppose one day we wake up and all of this is gone; none of us would survive. i know i wouldn't. everything we do during the day, all the exchanging of money and the trading of merchandise, it just goes from one pair of hands to the other. that is all it is. one big fucking circle of nothing. what would happen if everything just stopped? if all the money and fabrication were one big illusion and instead we gave pieces of ourselves from one hand to the other. we could benefit from each other so much more than we do now.

i want to know the whole world. i want to have fragments of me in all the places where i'm not, i want to take something of myself and put it in someone elses hands. i will give to them and they will give to me and then i'll know that i'm not missing out on anything. we can do so much with our hands and yet we use them so casually.

i know i am a victim of illusion. in fact i am an illusionist myself. tomorrow is another day of going through the motions...