do I get the feeling that this life is an existence that is more surreal than a dream/nightmare. A celestial test to see if you have the fortitude to try and solve that great riddle without cheating. Plus, you have to wade through the disorienting muck whist concentrating.
Or maybe I’m just thinking too much.
I sometimes wonder what it feels like to be dumb, whether by choice or by design. Although, it would be at this point where one might object to my pretentiousness and assert that I am indeed dumb. Perhaps. If that’s the case, then why am I aware of a lot? Too much to permit me to sit in a drool-faced seat of contentment.
Very rarely do I get the feeling that this life is an existence more surreal than a dream/nightmare. And in those moments, I just…