What if I’m not real?

What if you’re not real?

What if these words, which are just meaningless combinations of symbols, are being sent into a vast empty digital void of nothingness where they will be seen by no one because there is no one to see them?

Everything could be gone. This world could be nothing more than a memory.

We could be dreaming. We could have collectively gone insane. We could all be long dead, just like the the billions of stars we see in the sky.

The stars are dead, but we can’t see that yet. What if that’s true for the world around us? What if this is just a big lie and the reality is that nothing has ever existed?

What happens to Pac-man when you turn off the game? Does he become nothing? Is it the same as dying? Or does he keep playing the same game again and again, but with no one to guide him through the maze? The ghosts are always there, taunting him and killing him for an eternity.

It could be the same for us. Maybe our controllers left ages ago, and we are stuck repeating the same cycles because there is no escape. This maze will never end.

The world just keeps increasing bit by bit. More people are born. More houses are built. It’s like each level of reality is just getting a little harder, and the information is getting faster and faster. And the ghosts in our head keep killing us, but we keep coming back.

This is a nightmare. Existence is a nightmare.

I have to wake up.