I don’t care about your tiny boxes

Humans are complex.

(We don't exist.)

The stuff we create exists, but we don't.

Yeah, I know it's confusing when I talk about so many different topics. Don't know what to tell you there. I guess you have my condolences.

Just talk about whatever. It doesn't have to make sense to other people. It probably won't.

When you were a kid, don't you remember reading books that didn't fully make sense? I know I did a lot of skimming. Ignoring complicated, boring paragraphs.

Who cares?

(The teacher cares, that's who.)

Oooh, I'm so scared.

P.S. If you like drawing but you hate drawing and you won't let yourself do it or share it with anyone, I have a $5 drawing lesson for you.