The past two weeks... have been absolutely weird. The fine line between what is imagination and what is reality is somewhat blurred. Throw surrealism into the fray, and you've got a recipe for a good mental brawl. To be honest, the mental state I'm in right now is vaguely reminiscent of the state I was in 3 odd years back, and I don't know why. There's no concious reason behind it, that's for sure.

Most people didn't know me 3 years back. To be honest, I don't think anyone did, really. And when I say that, I include myself. I have almost no recollection of the events that took place from 1998 through to 2001. If I wanted to, I could piece together vague recollections that seem more surreal than anything else, but the likelihood that they actually did occur is good. The question I have to ask myself, is would I want to analyze that portion of my life? What good would it do me? It'd only prove to me even more conclusively that all humans are inherently fallible. This brings me to the question of perception, and the fallibility of perception, which is a topic I feel is best left for another night.

My head's swimming, and my social aspect of who I am is on auto-pilot. I'm whimsical. I have no drive. I'm simply one ridiculous whimsical instinctively driven individual at this moment in time(yet to what extent? would I fuck whatever offered to put out right now based on instinct?). And my perception is feeling too fallible right now.

If this post makes no sense, it's because this 'existence' I'm residing in, this body, this soul, these thoughts, are all really really disorientating at the moment.