The Un-known
I wish there was a way for us to un-know. To un-know certain things that we do not want in our heads. Not to forget them, but to not ever having had that memory in the first place. To non-erase, not to un-due. What would we need to do? Physically, medically remove that instance from our brains? Probably. Time-travel? Travel back to a place where we hadn't yet thought our first thought. Because I don't wish to play in the sunlight. I don't wish to go outside. But it is necessary for survival. I crave some meaningless in my life, to balance out the meaningful. Some meaninglessness is necessary for survival. A balance is necessary for survival. And necessary for sanity, if that is your goal. But if meaninglessness is necessary for survival, then does that not make everything meaningful? Is the act of living not meaningful? Let us walk on bridges and find out. Let us consume plants. Let us play on train tracks. Let's do together.