Perhaps to exist is to wonder, and to wonder— exist. I stretched my brain and snapped it in two... A prominent emptiness lingered underneath. Perhaps to exist is to feel, and to feel— exist. I grasped my heart and wrung it through my fingers... Its slimy residue evaporated in the wind. I stepped nakedly out from the shower of distilled thought and graciously handed myself a towel. I wrote my wonderings onto murdered flesh, read them aloud, and swallowed them whole. Satisfaction gurgled in my gut as I digested salty moments of unbearability. And an ogre named Reason sank into the depths of my closet to remain locked away until further notice— or until the end of time.