Where Angels Fear
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

Same Nightmare: Different Day.

Meh …

Either it’s ‘Existential Ennui Awareness Week’ again or I have taken both the red and blue pills, stranding myself in the limbo of punctuated reality … a self-referentially anomic metaphysical disconnect that escapes the frying-pan of solipsism only to land in the fire of nihilism.

I can’t decide which … or even if … it is.

Nor whether it matters if I care or not; an epistemological and ontological dilemma that leaves me motivationally disenfranchised whilst simultaneously concerned about both its cause and portent.

Recursion is its own punishment as well as reward and psychoneural overload threatens to overwhelm me — there’s someone in my head … and it’s me!

I may have to serve myself with divorce proceedings: ‘Stockholm Syndrome By Proxy’ is a pernicious form of self-abuse and I’m not gonna stand for it … especially given that it doesn’t even exist!

Mental note to self: tonight was not a good night to re-watch ‘Fight Club’ — I met me at far too strange a time in my life.

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Where Angels Fear

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