I actually wonder now if nothing in this world has changed but me. It occurred to me as I wandered the empty streets of the world, walking down the middles of roads known and unknown- maybe the world was as it had always been and it was me that had been transformed, seeing for the first time the whole scope of it and myself alone within. I knew, as I wandered those streets so subtly familiar, that the whole world around me was abandoned, desolate; it didn’t make sense n any rational way but somehow I knew the world I’d walked into, whatever kind of hell it was, was mine and mine alone. It was like that moment in a dream when you realize you’re dreaming and wake up into the real world… and then you realize you are still dreaming.
Caught in a moment of determinism.
