I kinda feel like I've turned off. Like, not physically, all those components work, but mentally. I think I bumped the switch some time ago and now I can't find the darn thing again.
The window through which we perceive life is what defines our experience of it. We are only aware of a small fraction of what our senses pick up. We can all choose how we see the world.
Pony stuff author since 2012. Writes supposedly good stuff. Still haven't made a break. Still persistent. Probably highly unlucky. Or hated by the universe. Either determined or insane. Or both.