so. there it is. i’m letting the minutes stretch out before me until when i need put on my shoes and go for another cup of coffee. then, return to this reality. i think the cracks have been fewer. the simulation of me has been much better behaved lately. it has been more careful, ensuring that i need to seek inconsistencies that force me to question that aforementioned sanity. it would be easy to dismiss, but then the simulation would win, that bustling hostel filled with traveling memes would scatter back to their homes and the vacant halls would echo with a scribble of disappointment in my efforts. so despite a lack of cracks, i plod, search, and resolve to seek those elusive answers to questions yet unasked. but just for a moment suppose that i was innocent in all that follows. would that make it any less interesting?