OrangeDemi

al·le·go·ry ·1 The apologue of Fake chapter 1: of blank pages and water trucks One must be able to see with one’s own eyes, but must not be mistaken: for what he perceives may not be fact. I mulled over the phrase in my head, causing my mind to wander through notions like ‘Am I real? is this really how life represents itself? Or are we merely a collection of a different conscious such as wire nodes on a microchip firing seemingly at random but in such a linear way?’. This of course made me pause, mainly due to the fact that the last paragraph was a giant run-on sentence, but instead I wondered