I’m a slave of my imagination, and I wonder if everyone else is the same, or if it’s only me and maybe others like me who overfed their imaginations until they grew to monstrous proportions and took control. I suffer because I live not in the moment in which nothing is truly happening, but in imagined moments in which I suffer. I suffer because I imagine myself suffering. And I cannot help suffering from my imagined suffering, because I’m a slave of my imagination. I am punished and on trial, and my crime is my imagination, and my punisher and my punishment are my imagination too.
[Edited on 9-1-2023. On Instagram.]
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