YOU'RE DEAD. NOW WHAT?

BODYWITHAMINDORAMINDWITHABODY

are you a body with a mind or a mind with a body? says the philosopher.

maybe we are none, maybe we do have nothing to offer.

the dreamer arrives.

what if we're simply an illusion? a big giant dream, an ideal concoction?

''ideal''? says i

what do you mean by ideal?

we are all dying yet still in denial.

wake up at 6am

look at your face, who are you? who are ''we''?

you're alone. you've always been alone. there are no we. only just you's

says the mirror.

it reflects every single one of your insecurities

bleeding nose.

puffed eyes.

black.

like a black hole?

no.

like bullets.

if i stare long enough, would i end up disappearing? could i get shot by my own eyes?