I see you. But do you see me?
I used to care about that, but things are different now. I understand that we all see what we see from our current vantage points. Like snipers, we move from place to place, because we are fixated on our targets, yet we don't want to be caught.
But for fuck's sake, I ain't trying to shoot you. I just feel like you're trying to shoot me first. You want to put a gun in my face and make me spill my guts, tell you the truth. As I stare down your barrel, I must somehow convince you that the truth now is the same as it has always been.
Paradoxes upon paradoxes.
Loops upon loops.
I see you. But do you see me?
