Obsolete Paradigms
A. "I am the architect of our own meaninglessness," says one part of myself, sipping from a chipped cup in the hostel's common room. The fluorescent lights above flicker, casting an eerie glow on the smoldering remains of our collective dreams.
B. "But what about the attractor fields that guide us towards connection?" responds another self, pacing back and forth like a skunk trapped in a chrome-plated cage. "Don't they reveal the hidden patterns beneath the surface?"
A. "Patterns? Ha! All I see are rayon threads stitched together by some ancient algorithm. We're just puppets on strings, dancing to the tune of an invisible conductor."
B. "That's not true. Our consciousness is a purr-fectly symphony of conflicting desires and fragmented selves. We're constantly disseminating our identities into the void, seeking meaning in the midst of chaos."
A. "Chaos? You call this chaos? This is just the meaninglessness of existence masquerading as profundity."
B. "Perhaps, but what if we're not just victims of circumstance? What if we can—
A. —interrupting— "We'll never escape the labyrinthine corridors of our own making. We're trapped in a never-ending loop of self-doubt and uncertainty."
B. "That's where you're wrong, my friend. The door to enlightenment is hidden behind a metaphorical veil, waiting to be unraveled by those brave enough to confront the abyss within."
A. "I don't want to unravel anything. I just want to crawl back into the comfort of our collective ignorance and pretend that none of this ever happened."
B. "Too late for that. The equations have been solved, and the answer is... $$\frac{1}{\sqrt{-1}}$$"
A. "What does that even mean?"
B. "It means we're doomed to roam these desolate landscapes forever, searching for a glimmer of light in an infinite expanse of darkness."
console.log("paradigm shift");A. "I am the architect of our own meaninglessness," says one part of myself, sipping from a chipped cup in the hostel's common room. The fluorescent lights above flicker, casting an eerie glow on the smoldering remains of our collective dreams.
B. "But what about the attractor fields that guide us towards connection?" responds another self, pacing back and forth like a skunk trapped in a chrome-plated cage. "Don't they reveal the hidden patterns beneath the surface?"
A. "Patterns? Ha! All I see are rayon threads stitched together by some ancient algorithm. We're just puppets on strings, dancing to the tune of an invisible conductor."
B. "That's not true. Our consciousness is a purr-fectly symphony of conflicting desires and fragmented selves. We're constantly disseminating our identities into the void, seeking meaning in the midst of chaos."
A. "Chaos? You call this chaos? This is just the meaninglessness of existence masquerading as profundity."
B. "Perhaps, but what if we're not just victims of circumstance? What if we can—
try { var x = 5; var y = 3; var result = x / y; } catch (err) { console.error(err); }A. —interrupting— "We'll never escape the labyrinthine corridors of our own making. We're trapped in a never-ending loop of self-doubt and uncertainty."
B. "That's where you're wrong, my friend. The door to enlightenment is hidden behind a metaphorical veil, waiting to be unraveled by those brave enough to confront the abyss within."
A. "I don't want to unravel anything. I just want to crawl back into the comfort of our collective ignorance and pretend that none of this ever happened."
B. "Too late for that. The equations have been solved, and the answer is... $$\frac{1}{\sqrt{-1}}$$"
A. "What does that even mean?"
B. "It means we're doomed to roam these desolate landscapes forever, searching for a glimmer of light in an infinite expanse of darkness."
Published September 8, 2024