Drug of choice
I believe in solipsistic quantum immortality.
Stephenson, Butcher, Lovecraft, Homer
Names are lies that we tell ourselves so we can pretend to know each other.
Places I have lived
I have yet to be to Antarctica.
Have you ever had that sensation where you look at something that looks like a human and realised it's something else? Have you ever imagined what its like for that something else to look back at a sea of humans?
Imagine being trapped between those two feelings. Forever.
The inherent absurdity of it, of course, is that one will still find beauty in the world - even there.