Random thought... we're always (or should, to at least a low level) thinking "what's his/her angle?" Or, less judgementally, "where's he/she coming from?" I think that for the vast majority of people, we're not coming from anywhere. We're all just voices in an eternal wilderness. Sometimes we're looking for meaning. Sometimes we're just popping off whatever it is that's just come up in our heads, bicamerally separated or not. Most of the times, there is no angle. Most of the times, we're not confronted with existential dread. There is no "not-a-waiter" posing as a real waiter. Sometimes we do feel the disconnect, though. Sticking with the Sartre theme, sometimes we are crossing a park at night, high on mushrooms, senses heightened to the fucking urgency of life, wanting for it to mean something. That's the real paradox. The significance of everything and nothing, both at once. #BeginnersMind #Nausea