[Mr. Nobody]

Thoughts and feelings.
Sometimes, I get sparks of fleeting knowledge, only to have them slip away to where they came from. Those sparks are eerie in their presence and they appear and disappear like pulses of the energy within an absolute vacuum. Quantum moments gather and collect to form the instinct I have come to recognize, that we are alone as intelligence sentient beings and that our knowledge is an evolutionary abnormality, devoid of purpose and reason. We are within one matrix of reality, awake and looking into an abyss of uncaring nature, evolution, survival for the sake of survival.
Sometimes I think I can see what is behind the picture in front of me, sometimes I think I can hear thoughts that are not mine, sometimes, I see between the atoms, the empty space that is all there is, and sometimes I think I see piles of information gathering dust. Sometimes I wonder if I had gotten mad.
Are these thoughts unique? Perhaps or perhaps not, all I know is that they are distinctly mine. I am my brain, the universe twisting in grotesque shapes trying to understand itself.