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It's like, holding a bowl shaped vase of sorts which is filled with water but also cracks all over. The water still leaks as you hold it, only slightly less so.

It's like, trying to digitally stop a leak in a boat. It helps, but it's unlikely to help much in the long run.

It's like, how putting a pillow over your head only blocks out so much sound.

Do you think, if we walked until our legs bled, and kept walking, we would come closer to understanding everything?

Do you think, we could miss things we never had, things we don't remember, things we can't so much as conceive of?

Do you think, the world would stop spinning if everyone just managed to get along?

Everything is so damn distant.

Hey, self, maybe if you stop hoping long enough, you'd forget that too.

Hey, self, stop pestering me.

A field of memories. A void sky. Tell me, why do they wilt into such an unsightly thing?

Everything becomes irrelevant. Regress regress regress. Turn back time and everything becomes irrelevant.

One step in front of the other.

Hey, self, do you think if I keep walking I'd forget everything?

Hey? Self?