From The Solipsist

You are not real.

You are merely a piece of my mind.

A piece of me.

You are a fragment of my imagination to replace the loneliness that has befallen my individual character.

My mind is the writer, my body the protagonist.

When I move forward, the world before me is drawn, creating intricate and detailed pathways to the horizon.

I do not look back, for there is nothing to see. Only that which is before me is visible.

When I look right, the right is created.

When I turn left, the left has been formed.

Every object you touch, every word you say, thing you taste, hear, or smell, every action you imagine or carry out, every emotion you feel, or movement you make, every thought you have on even this very subject comes through me.

I have touched it, said it, tasted it, heard it, smelled it, done it, felt it, moved it, thought it. I have done it all. I have completed each task because you have, and you are a piece of me. A work of art by mine own hand. A fragment of fiction to be molded around my character.

All it takes is simple observation of yourself at this moment.

You are here now, reading these very words which I have written for you, miraculously placed before you came upon them.

How did you get here?
I brought you here.

Why are you here?
I wanted you to be.

You are not real.

Disappear

 What would happen if you disappeared?

 

Nothing supernatural or illegal, just simply moving along through life, taking a new path, and finding a new identity. 

It’s easier than you think.

"Don’t tell" Noah Calvani

We view ourselves as members of a community, comparing one another and classifying each other based on social standards and relationships. These characteristics are then passed on, through generations and groups, expanding our being. We influence others with this, creating friends and followers. Relationships are formed with those we grow beside. The people we learn and prosper with are important, as we can compare them to us with their similarities in background and homeland. We love the attention, the popularity, the fame we gain from this. We thrive on the connections and input others give, in turn influencing and changing us.

But what if it all disappeared?

 

What if everyone you knew suddenly wasn’t present any longer? What if every relationship you spent years forming suddenly vanished, never to be continued?

The reality is, after so many years, you will be forgotten. Your name may remain, perhaps things you did will be honored, but you, your very being, will soon be lost, just as in death. In fact, many will consider you dead, putting their faith in your well-being within the afterlife, when in fact you are in another town, city, state, country.

Don’t tell anyone where you came from. Don’t give recognition or attention to your new self.

Think of the time you spent to destroy evidence of the past, evidence of you, evidence of the time before. Consider the consequences of revealing the truth, the truth that you are not truly you, just another. Created from your imagination. Pieces from many put together.

A collage of personalities and characters.

Take advantage of this new beginning, and truly start over. Try new things and believe in the opposite. Experiment with the boundaries of humanity, the boundaries of yourself. Attempt what you wouldn’t before, because last case scenario, you can just disappear.

It’s easier than you think.