These are confessions – thoughts. They’re my thoughts. Or the long gone thoughts of someone else.
Or of another someone, who’s still unaware they’ll appear in his head next monday.
Formless figures with swerving limbs (and puny resemblance to humans) unveil our collective existential ponderings.
Someone got lost, someone gave up, someone invented something that another someone invented 12 seconds prior.
And all of these someones, us included, puzzle over very much the same thoughts without being aware.
How long until I get bored of my new shoes?
And when will I disappear, can I just get the precise timetable, schedule, event date, ok, I see, I won’t know until it happens.
Our existence is long and exciting. And we’ll just keep thinking. On and on. Thinking. Until we dissolve along with all of our thoughts.
