# Sometimes the world as it is and the world as it could be are devastatingly close to each other.
# Sometimes the world as it is and the world as it could be are devastatingly close to each other.
Is there any point in imagining something that is so similar to the nightmare we already live in? The future is a dream but it's just that dream where you remember putting your keys somewhere, but where? You're wandering around looking for them for what feels like hours. Whether it was real or not isn't important, you were still there. Why do we stay here? What's even here for us? If you don't get them first, they'll get you. Then you wake up and you still can't find the fucking keys. But sometimes it's sunny and you're standing there and there's something cinematic about the whole thing, is it worth it just to be there for that maybe. There's really no difference between a dream about falling and a dream about flying.
