Estimated reading time: 2 minutes, 40 seconds

I find that I am become aware of the fictional ecology in which I emerge deconstructed. There are bits of me which one hang onto as solidly factual but I am reaching the conclusion that we are star stuff – only revealed in one galaxy of an infinite and expanding universe of meaningless particles. Viewed with this lens the importance is not solidity of evidence but quality of juxtaposed stories.

How does this stuff write itself?
I am at a loss.

Maha thank u for letting us walk a while together.