I tried to unravel the web that connects my thoughts, tried talking to my self. I tried to reach the innermost recesses of my conscious reality, tried to reach the native throne of every emotion and creativity. And of course, the throne has lost its one-time lustre. And I have been left bereft of all my moorings.
My consciousness starts to slowly dissolve in the vast unknown. The outside world ceases to intrude, and now there is nothing to fall back upon. The positive absence of nothingness. The presence of absence, the presence of non-presence...after all, all contradictions break down in the narrow vastness of infinity.
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