The World Exists Only When I Look
The bar rarely changes. The bottles stay frozen in time unless I ask for something. Then the illusion shifts, just enough to keep me believing. JOURNAL ENTRY 1 The system is rigged. Could it be a simulation? And if it is, how would it work? And if so then does that mean that something like “fortune” exists and controls the outcomes? I do believe this is a prison of sorts: our lives. As I’m writing this, I got a text from Tana. She never texts. A distraction cause I’m writing this? Maybe or maybe a coincidence. Or both. If fortune’s got hands, it probably reaches in right when the thoughts start to get dangerous. Right when I’m getting somewhere. That’s when the phone buzzes, or someone walks in, or a car alarm goes off. It’s always something. I’m starting to realize that nothing exists until we acknowledge that it exists. A tree which fell in the forest only makes a sound if someone hears it. I would argue that tree in the forest would only exist if someone was aware of its exist...
