I want off
It’s sort of like being on a carnival ride that spins and flips you around at breakneck speeds and you can’t get off. You’re dizzy and confused, sick, injured or when it comes down to it simply afraid. Every time the ride passes the operator you yell for her to stop the ride but she can’t differentiate your terror from everyone else’s excitement and joy. The ride continues and you’re completely helpless. You just fly around in fear at the mercy of the ride, your futile screams lost in the chaos.
Your mission should you choose to accept it
Go to the nearest 7-11
Buy a banana
Make and do not break eye contact with the nearest stranger
Go about the rest of your day
All artists are con artists
I suspect I’ll exit this world the same way I entered; naked, screaming and covered in someone else’s blood.