Nothing is Real Anymore

I look around and all I see are perspectives. Small egos walking amongst the streets.

They stick to themselves. Or they blend together.

They create ideas, structures, and find out who they are.

Is this world made for me?

I feel it deeply now that I have the power to be my own person.

Everyone is just playing their role here.

What is right?

Does the piece of shit on the sidewalk have any more significant than Christopher Nolan’s…