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all though my life will always be a totally hermetically sealed box of my own solipsism and there is no way of crossing over into the experience of another and getting out of the body - this same stupid experience is perpetually baffling everyone else on the planet. and in fact once you strip away the aesthetic and circumstantial eccentricities my life is barely any different from anyone elses. in fact its probably incredibly similar to millions of other peoples, and has fundamentally the same stupid series of anxieties/realizations/strivings/failings/events etc.
any great idea or scheme i might come up with an embark upon, although feeling like something because of the neurochemical buzzes and self congratulation i might feel, is the same stupid crap thats been done before, is happening now and will happen again far too many times.
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