Meanwhile, Somewhere in Nevada. The ethereal music of mushroom-shaped clouds. Quiet internal dialogue with Roko's Basilisk, away from deaf eyes. Hubris seams in the fuzzy edges of reality. Dodging the grasping hands that jealously snatch at my mask of nonexistence. Just leave me, Alone. There was a hole here. Now it's gone, with brick dust and broken rust.

11:56 a.m. - 2022-05-02