And so, with the inexorable march of time yet another day draws to a close. But is it real? Is any of it real? Is time real? No. It's just planetational gravity to which we have assigned a stupid metric to make sense of everything in a dimension where entropy is the only truth. What day is it tomorrow? It doesn't matter. There are no days. Thursday is but a concept. It isn't real. There are no days or weeks or months or years. Only what we are told to believe. You can't park there. Have a weekend. Pay your fealties. There is no truth. Except the void and our eventual destruction. Anyway night all! Tomorrow's another day (it isn't. It's literally all the same). Catch you on the flip side! X