the tabs on my computer have become physical locations. I move through this simulated reality, from home to school to work to various social gatherings. To the movie theater and to visit friends. It’s a claustrophobic drug trip of artificial reality, and simultaneously an endless stream of various wormholes to different multiverses with different laws and social norms. My physical body is inconsequential. The real no longer exists and all has become the simulation.  

reflection on a past life, what substantial difference is there then between that physical reality we have left behind and this pandemic induced virtual hallucination? Normalcy was merely a shared delusion in 3 dimensions. A Kafkaesque farce. What then is real? A luddite, harkening to an era of survivalist existence may say that this was the only time of reality, but in the simulation you may still die and the illusion of life and consciousness thus may be an omnipresent reality throughout the temporal dimension. Matter rearranging itself based on laws barely perceived or understood by the matter itself. Can a piece ever truly comprehend the whole? The illusion of the ego sustains this idea of reality. Can we thus hack the source code and bend the simulation within the simulation to our will? The mirror reflecting the mirror and reality as well as consciousness as an emergent system within this fragile refraction.