See,we all got what I call a life trap,this gene-deep certainty that things will be different,that you‘ll move to another city,and meet the people that‘ll be the friends for the rest of your life,that you‘ll fall in love and be fulfilled.Fucking fulfillment,heh,and closure,whatever the fuck those two...Fucking empty jars to hold this shitstorm,and nothing is ever fulfilled until the very end,and closure...No,no,no,nothing is ever over.
Why should I live in history,huh?Fuck,I don‘t want to know anything anymore.This is a world where nothing is sovled.Someone once tell me,"Time is a flat circle."Everything we‘ve ever done or will do,we‘re gone do over and over and over again...
You ever heard of something called the M-brane theory, detectives?It‘s like in this universe,we process time linearly forward...But outside of our spacetime,from what would be a forth-dimensional perspective,time would‘t exist.And from that vantage,could we attain it...we‘d see...our spacetime would look flattened,like a single sculpture with matter, in a superposition of every place it ever occupied,our sentience just cycling through our lives,like carts on a track.See, everything outside our dimension...that‘s eternity,eternity looking down on us.Now,to us,it‘s a sphere,but to them,it‘s a circle.
People,I‘ve see the finale of thousands of lives,man,young,old.Each one is so sure of their realness,that their sensory experience constituted an unique individual,with purpose,meaning...so certain that they were more than a biological puppet,Well,the truth wills out,and everybody sees once the strings are cut,all fall down.