Should I delete myself or should I delete other things?
What could be more complicated than a mind? When one enters, one loses most of it.
You say it looks like I’m spending a lot of time in my head thinking about life. Aren’t others doing that too? Why not?
Is it bad?
How do you think one would keep on running when they’ve found a shoelace that has come off loose? You want us to fall?
We are mice. Mad mice in a maze. There’s music outside. We don’t know where to go.
Gibberish is the language that understands me. I have so much to say but it doesn’t come how you would want to hear. I am trying to find a way.