on weekends i lose all track of time. days become nights and vice versa. it doesn't help that some of my friends are on west coast time. i want to spend a bit of time with them and before i know it it's an ungodly hour and my day has dissolved in a white fog. then again, it is better to be with them in the middle of the night than alone and struggling with inner voices.
things start to make sense that don't under the harsh light of day, and other things that should fall neatly in a rational line start to blur and distort. i can't tell what the cause of it is, but i know nothing's truly real in this twilight zone. i pretend it doesn't worry me.
what's reality, anyway? how much can i sense through my own receptor interactions and how much must be parsed through artificial lenses?
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