Imagine you’re sitting in a sort of spherical room (this is a metaphor of subjective internal perspective, not an actual description). In this room, all around you, are screens. Some of them show you all of your memories, in exquisite detail, over and over. Some of them show you the truth hidden within abstractions. Some of them show you the detail of the now, and some the most likely tomorrows. And you can never turn it off. And even if you could, you then wouldn’t be you. It’s like that 📺
by achrilock