Life is weird.
None of you exist. You are holograms, empty and unreal. Yet you profoundly affect the way I exist, and I can’t get rid of you without others of you strenuously objecting.
Whenever I go off on my own it’s always a mild surprise that you are all still here.
It’s like I’m stuck in a video game I can never really quit.
It’s been a weird last twenty or so years.