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Curiosity Cabinet
Welcome to our cabinet of curiosities. Here you'll find a random hodgepodge of interesting, gnarly, and strangely needful things. Curios, books, and other wonders aesthetically tangential to the Daydream Misfit universe. Basically, shit we liked and hope you'll like too.
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![The Ghosts of My Friends / Arranged by Cecil Henland (1915) [Leather Bound]
Reprinted in 2022 with the help of original edition.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/c2d0fd_3809fa0519974f8994779c35e60675ae~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_524,h_524,q_75,enc_avif,quality_auto/c2d0fd_3809fa0519974f8994779c35e60675ae~mv2.jpg)
The Ghosts of My Friends
This haunting book / parlor game from the Edwardian era (early 1900s) appealed to the growing interest in spiritualism. Participants would fold a page, then unfold and sign along the crease with India ink. Upon refolding, the resulting inkblot would create a ghost or spirit, anticipating the Rorschach tests of later years. The book's owner would end up with a collection of unique signatures from his or her associates: "The Ghosts of My Friends." Original copies can cost hundreds or thousands of dollars, but the book was reprinted leather-bound in the 2000s and awaits the imprint of your closest friends at your next soiree.
Dreamworld: Surrealism at 100
A century of surrealist imagination sparked by André Breton’s 1924 Manifesto of Surrealism, a text that reshaped modern art, literature, and ideas about consciousness itself. Dreamworld: Surrealism at 100, written by Matthew Affron, the volume traces how surrealist artists used dream imagery, symbolism, chance, and psychological tension to challenge ordinary reality and unlock new forms of perception.
Spanning the 1920s through the late 1960s, the book follows Surrealism beyond Paris into creative centers such as New York City and Mexico City during and after the Second World War. Richly illustrated across multiple media, it features works by major figures including Leonora Carrington, Max Ernst, Dorothea Tanning, Remedios Varo, Salvador Dalí, and many others whose work blurred the boundaries between dream and waking life.
Published in conjunction with the centennial exhibition at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, this volume serves as both visual archive and exploration of Surrealism’s enduring influence on modern culture.
Spanning the 1920s through the late 1960s, the book follows Surrealism beyond Paris into creative centers such as New York City and Mexico City during and after the Second World War. Richly illustrated across multiple media, it features works by major figures including Leonora Carrington, Max Ernst, Dorothea Tanning, Remedios Varo, Salvador Dalí, and many others whose work blurred the boundaries between dream and waking life.
Published in conjunction with the centennial exhibition at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, this volume serves as both visual archive and exploration of Surrealism’s enduring influence on modern culture.
Nebula Dream Projector
I realized I was dandelion fluff floating through the vastness of the cosmos. Over the aeons, I was swayed by strange gravity from distant bodies. My thoughts became bigger than me, and I flirted with strange suns. I was wafted by cosmic whispers which encouraged new trajectories. After centuries alone with my soul, I came upon a membrane of light and music which lifted me in an upward spiral of joy, as if I were swept up in a swirling vortex of completeness. My spirit connected with the radiance of ancient truth, and I was transformed to something more of All and less of Self, forever to bask in the warmth of belonging in a universe of love.
Osteomancy Bone Casting Kit
Jes' set yourself down, bébé. Make yourself easy now. Rest dem bones. Heh heh... yeah, I said it.
Now breathe deep fo' me. Slow like the river at midnight. Clear out all dat noise rattlin' round yo' head. Don' come vexed to the bones, no no. Dey don't like a troubled spirit.
Dat's it now. Focus on what brought you here tonight.
Reach yo' hand down in dat bag. Go on. Feel dem bones. Feel de sharp edges, de smooth places, de little stories hidin' in de cracks. Mm-hmm. Dey talkin' already.
Now pull 'em slow, cher. Slow.
Cast dem right here on Mama's table.
Watch how dey tumble... watch how dey dance... spin-spin-spinnin' like ghosts in de Quarter.
Ohhh, honey chile...
Dese bones speakin' loud tonight.
Mm-mm-mm.
I ain't never seen a cast like dis in all my born days.
De bones say...
de bones say...
you got bones in yo' future.
Now breathe deep fo' me. Slow like the river at midnight. Clear out all dat noise rattlin' round yo' head. Don' come vexed to the bones, no no. Dey don't like a troubled spirit.
Dat's it now. Focus on what brought you here tonight.
Reach yo' hand down in dat bag. Go on. Feel dem bones. Feel de sharp edges, de smooth places, de little stories hidin' in de cracks. Mm-hmm. Dey talkin' already.
Now pull 'em slow, cher. Slow.
Cast dem right here on Mama's table.
Watch how dey tumble... watch how dey dance... spin-spin-spinnin' like ghosts in de Quarter.
Ohhh, honey chile...
Dese bones speakin' loud tonight.
Mm-mm-mm.
I ain't never seen a cast like dis in all my born days.
De bones say...
de bones say...
you got bones in yo' future.
Sleeveless Backless
I sank into the sweetly-scented upholstery of my favorite chair, consumed in a cloak of cigar smoke and opium, like swimming in the folds of a familiar lover. The library was dark and dim except for the Tiffany lamp to my right and a small candle near the door, which cast shadows that played along the covers of thousands of leather-bound tomes. My housecoat blanketed me from the draft which seeped through the window.
I was conscious but hadn't moved in hours, the effects of the drugs prescribed to ward off the night sweats and biliousness. My copy of The Great God Pan lay on my lap, with several pages turned since the bookmark, but I could not remember reading any of them. Outside, a child's cries, a slammed door, then silence.
From the corner of my eye, I spied the heavy oak library door open slightly, then fully ajar, with only darkness behind. To my astonishment, I saw a thin black dress float through the doorway and into the library, unsupported by a human form! Unable to move, I could only watch in terror as it swayed gently across the floor.
The ghostly dress began to dance to some unheard music as it drifted closer, fluidly shifting its shape and striking provocative poses. I thought I must be mad. I considered that the chloral hydrate must be tainted with some impurity which caused visions. Or that I had inhaled some malicious miasma and was far more unwell than I had known.
Half-crazed with fear, I thought to myself, "The flowing silhouette creates a sleek, elongated look that flatters a variety of body types. A sleeveless cut allows for easy movement and breathable comfort, while the relaxed fit through the waist and hips makes it ideal for everyday wear."
The dress continued its seductive saunter across my library floor. As it passed my desk, it upset a bottle of ink, which tipped on its side and spread like the blood of a wounded animal across my letters. What manner of harm did this infernal spirit mean to inflict on an innocent, well-respected, and reputable man?
With some strange mercy, the mysterious specter passed by me, undulating still, mere feet from where I lay, helpless. Perhaps in my stillness I was beyond its notice. Or perhaps it had motives forever beyond the comprehension of a human mind. All at once, I understood the apparition's intended destination.
The empty dress slowly rocked and weaved its way towards the window. Having no limbs with which to open the portal, it gently but determinedly pried at the bottom with cloth tendrils until it managed to open a gap of perhaps an inch or two. Then, like some boneless creature from the blackness of the bottom of the sea, it began to slither through the small gap and into the outside air.
As it did, I called in a whispered voice, cracking with madness, "This backless cami dress combines casual comfort with a soft, elegant style perfect for lounging indoors or warm summer days."
I could see the dress through the windowpanes, gliding over the rooftops and the black birds, silently spiraling towards the moon.
I was conscious but hadn't moved in hours, the effects of the drugs prescribed to ward off the night sweats and biliousness. My copy of The Great God Pan lay on my lap, with several pages turned since the bookmark, but I could not remember reading any of them. Outside, a child's cries, a slammed door, then silence.
From the corner of my eye, I spied the heavy oak library door open slightly, then fully ajar, with only darkness behind. To my astonishment, I saw a thin black dress float through the doorway and into the library, unsupported by a human form! Unable to move, I could only watch in terror as it swayed gently across the floor.
The ghostly dress began to dance to some unheard music as it drifted closer, fluidly shifting its shape and striking provocative poses. I thought I must be mad. I considered that the chloral hydrate must be tainted with some impurity which caused visions. Or that I had inhaled some malicious miasma and was far more unwell than I had known.
Half-crazed with fear, I thought to myself, "The flowing silhouette creates a sleek, elongated look that flatters a variety of body types. A sleeveless cut allows for easy movement and breathable comfort, while the relaxed fit through the waist and hips makes it ideal for everyday wear."
The dress continued its seductive saunter across my library floor. As it passed my desk, it upset a bottle of ink, which tipped on its side and spread like the blood of a wounded animal across my letters. What manner of harm did this infernal spirit mean to inflict on an innocent, well-respected, and reputable man?
With some strange mercy, the mysterious specter passed by me, undulating still, mere feet from where I lay, helpless. Perhaps in my stillness I was beyond its notice. Or perhaps it had motives forever beyond the comprehension of a human mind. All at once, I understood the apparition's intended destination.
The empty dress slowly rocked and weaved its way towards the window. Having no limbs with which to open the portal, it gently but determinedly pried at the bottom with cloth tendrils until it managed to open a gap of perhaps an inch or two. Then, like some boneless creature from the blackness of the bottom of the sea, it began to slither through the small gap and into the outside air.
As it did, I called in a whispered voice, cracking with madness, "This backless cami dress combines casual comfort with a soft, elegant style perfect for lounging indoors or warm summer days."
I could see the dress through the windowpanes, gliding over the rooftops and the black birds, silently spiraling towards the moon.
Wax Seal Starter Kit
Complete Wax Seal Starter Kit — ready-to-use set with everything needed to begin sealing letters and creative projects. Includes 200 wax beads in 10 colors, 3 interchangeable brass stamp heads, 6 sealing candles, 5 envelopes, a wooden-handled seal stamp, wax warmer, non-stick melting spoon, and a metallic detail pen. Designed for personal correspondence, DIY crafts, invitations, journaling, and decorative finishing touches, this all-in-one kit makes it easy to add a tactile, handcrafted feel to any project without additional purchases.
This product bears no relation to the 2005 movie remake of House of Wax starring Paris Hilton. When my girlfriend and I watched that film, I was working out in my apartment, and she was in bed at her place, and we did a video call and synced the movie on Netflix and watched the movie together over the course of a couple of days. We kept waiting for Paris Hilton's character to die so we could watch Paris Hilton die, but she just lived and lived. Finally, after an excruciating 90 minutes, the killer caught up with her and stabbed her in the bare foot with a large knife. Paris hid behind a car, but when she peeked up, the villain threw a spear through both car windows and into her head. She rocked back against a chain-link fence, and the rebound made her body fall forward and push the pole further through her skull as it pressed into the ground until she came to rest like some sort of socialite unicorn jabbing the ground with her horn. And that was that. We were satisfied. Anyway, I don't think this is the same kind of wax as in that movie.
This product bears no relation to the 2005 movie remake of House of Wax starring Paris Hilton. When my girlfriend and I watched that film, I was working out in my apartment, and she was in bed at her place, and we did a video call and synced the movie on Netflix and watched the movie together over the course of a couple of days. We kept waiting for Paris Hilton's character to die so we could watch Paris Hilton die, but she just lived and lived. Finally, after an excruciating 90 minutes, the killer caught up with her and stabbed her in the bare foot with a large knife. Paris hid behind a car, but when she peeked up, the villain threw a spear through both car windows and into her head. She rocked back against a chain-link fence, and the rebound made her body fall forward and push the pole further through her skull as it pressed into the ground until she came to rest like some sort of socialite unicorn jabbing the ground with her horn. And that was that. We were satisfied. Anyway, I don't think this is the same kind of wax as in that movie.
Dead Butterflies
My cat is loyal and proves it loves me by leaving me dead things. If you really loved me, you would bring me more remains.
Make Your Own Bath Bombs
Everyone knows these are the end times. Those of us who see the truth with open eyes know that our children are tomorrow's soldiers in service of the revolution. As true patriots, we left the cities years ago and created intentional communities in the mountains where we home-school our boys and girls, teaching them the skills they'll need to survive the coming apocalypse. Every one of our precious angels learns how to make fire from scratch, how to hunt and fish, and how to best praise and serve Baleag the Great One. And because the evil forces of the government may on any moonless night descend from the sky on lines from their drones to wreak havoc, we teach our children the art of warfare. From the age of four, we educate them on the safe creation of unconventional and unexpected weaponry, specifically bath bombs. Combatting bad hygiene is the first step in bringing forth a new future. When the soldiers of the enemy enter our homes and are confronted with the delightful smells of potpourri emanating from our youth and see their eyes afire with the light of knowledge, the barbarians will bow and surrender to the inevitable glory of the coming of the New Age.
Sushi Making Kit
They call me sashimi, and I still dream of the sea.
When you're alive, the pressure of the deep and dark waters are the boundaries of your reality. After that you forget survival. What will become of me? I'm naked and exposed, skinned and flayed and fileted on a bamboo mat.
Don't get me wrong. In this place, I've been treated with the utmost respect. One has to admire a chef's craft. And his skill with a blade so sharp it seems it could slice between atoms. Still, a human's eyes are dead and impossibly sad.
I sense that seaweed is still near, at least. Ginger, whoever she is. Have you met wasabi? You don't get long to get to know one another.
I'm beautiful now, stripped down to my marbled, translucent soul. My friends wouldn't know me. I have thousands of children who will never know I spent my last minutes as a piece of Art. I don't know how to feel about that. Not bad, not good. I'm indifferent at this point to the idea of purpose.
Sure, there's something bigger than us. Sometimes it's just an out-of-focus giant with a rumbling stomach in a restaurant at the end of time.
"You have to try this."
Oops. Thought I'd be swimming forever. Sooner or later, the chopsticks close around everyone.
When you're alive, the pressure of the deep and dark waters are the boundaries of your reality. After that you forget survival. What will become of me? I'm naked and exposed, skinned and flayed and fileted on a bamboo mat.
Don't get me wrong. In this place, I've been treated with the utmost respect. One has to admire a chef's craft. And his skill with a blade so sharp it seems it could slice between atoms. Still, a human's eyes are dead and impossibly sad.
I sense that seaweed is still near, at least. Ginger, whoever she is. Have you met wasabi? You don't get long to get to know one another.
I'm beautiful now, stripped down to my marbled, translucent soul. My friends wouldn't know me. I have thousands of children who will never know I spent my last minutes as a piece of Art. I don't know how to feel about that. Not bad, not good. I'm indifferent at this point to the idea of purpose.
Sure, there's something bigger than us. Sometimes it's just an out-of-focus giant with a rumbling stomach in a restaurant at the end of time.
"You have to try this."
Oops. Thought I'd be swimming forever. Sooner or later, the chopsticks close around everyone.
Choco Musk
Apparently, it smells like warm brown sugar with a hint of vanilla. From my in-depth studies of the science of pheremones, it seems clear to me, an expert who knows about these things, that this scent will attract anyone who likes cookies. We all want to smell delicious, don't we? Prepare to be devoured.
Skull Knife Holder
"You used to take care of yourself." That's what you said, Derreck.
"I married you because you reminded me of my mother, but now you remind me of your mother." Remember when you told me that the night I came home from the hospital after surgery?
"Stop pretending you're an artist." That's when I knew I hated you.
"I just wanted to see what you'd say. You passed the test, this time." Remember those mindgames? Do you know I hired my attorney the next day?
"In that bikini, you look almost as pretty as your sister."
Alas, poor Derreck.
"I married you because you reminded me of my mother, but now you remind me of your mother." Remember when you told me that the night I came home from the hospital after surgery?
"Stop pretending you're an artist." That's when I knew I hated you.
"I just wanted to see what you'd say. You passed the test, this time." Remember those mindgames? Do you know I hired my attorney the next day?
"In that bikini, you look almost as pretty as your sister."
Alas, poor Derreck.
48-Hour Horizontal Candle
The power went out all over the world, but I still wanted to cannibal my neighbor George.
Luring George over was the easy part. I innocently struck up a conversation at the hedge between our properties. "Crazy times, right? Do we think it's nuclear war or what?" Then I asked him if he wanted to see my stamp collection, and when he came over to my garage, I smacked him in the back of the head with a heavy flashlight.
I'd always wanted to eat George but was always too shy. But look at me now! I had seized the day.
Of course, I still had to figure out how to prepare him. I don't have a fireplace, and an oven without electricity is just a metal box. I thought about making a fire in the backyard, but I didn't want to alert the other neighbors with the sweet, smoky scent of roasting George.
Then I remembered, I had a 48 hour Eco-friendly Natural Beeswax with Cotton Wick Color-Yellow. I laid several sheets out on the living room floor to collect drippings and protect the carpet. I deboned George in the bathtub. Luckily, he was a dwarf, so my shower curtain rod supported by exercise equipment and run through his anus to his mouth was more than sufficient to elevate him and act as a spit.
I positioned the 48-Hour Horizontal Candle beneath his pale midget body and moved the flame excruciatingly slowly back-and-forth under him for hour after hour while salivating and rotating his exquisite little carcass.
And do you know what? This one-of-a-kind candle performed exactly as advertised, giving off a calming light and unique honey scent for a full 2 days as George's skin crisped and the fat caramelized around his tender muscles.
Finally, after cooking for days, I was ready to dig in. And for a first-time cannibal, I think I did a pretty good job with the seasoning. But I wouldn't have been able to do it without this amazing candle. It truly sets the mood for delicious food. I was so happy to finally have George over for dinner by candlelight.
Luring George over was the easy part. I innocently struck up a conversation at the hedge between our properties. "Crazy times, right? Do we think it's nuclear war or what?" Then I asked him if he wanted to see my stamp collection, and when he came over to my garage, I smacked him in the back of the head with a heavy flashlight.
I'd always wanted to eat George but was always too shy. But look at me now! I had seized the day.
Of course, I still had to figure out how to prepare him. I don't have a fireplace, and an oven without electricity is just a metal box. I thought about making a fire in the backyard, but I didn't want to alert the other neighbors with the sweet, smoky scent of roasting George.
Then I remembered, I had a 48 hour Eco-friendly Natural Beeswax with Cotton Wick Color-Yellow. I laid several sheets out on the living room floor to collect drippings and protect the carpet. I deboned George in the bathtub. Luckily, he was a dwarf, so my shower curtain rod supported by exercise equipment and run through his anus to his mouth was more than sufficient to elevate him and act as a spit.
I positioned the 48-Hour Horizontal Candle beneath his pale midget body and moved the flame excruciatingly slowly back-and-forth under him for hour after hour while salivating and rotating his exquisite little carcass.
And do you know what? This one-of-a-kind candle performed exactly as advertised, giving off a calming light and unique honey scent for a full 2 days as George's skin crisped and the fat caramelized around his tender muscles.
Finally, after cooking for days, I was ready to dig in. And for a first-time cannibal, I think I did a pretty good job with the seasoning. But I wouldn't have been able to do it without this amazing candle. It truly sets the mood for delicious food. I was so happy to finally have George over for dinner by candlelight.
The Fascinating World Of Electronic Music
You are invited to my party. I did not invite everyone I know, only people who like to have fun for my birthday.
There will be snacks: a 24 oz bag of miniature pretzel twists unsalted, 4 dozen little-smokey sausages on toothpicks (limit 3 per person), 1 bag of dinosaur-shape chicken nuggets, 2 14" inch pizzas with cheese only, 1 box of macaroni-and-cheese and 1 can of peas (not touching), 2 boxes of 12 fruit punch pouches, and 3 2-liters of different kinds of root beer.
There will be music: "Safety Dance" by Men without Hats, "Sonne" by Ramstein, "OG Crashout" by Bhabie, "Darling Nikki" by Prince, "Hurt" by Johny Cash, "Relax" by Frankie Goes to Hollywood, the entire Murder Ballads album by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls, "Revolution #9" by The Beatles, "Beer Barrel Polka" by Frankie Yankovic, the steel drum version of "Take on Me," "Frownland" by Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band, the Chicken Dance Song, "Stay with Me" by Matsubaru Miki, the Mighty Morphin Season 1 - Official Opening Theme and Theme Song, "El Polito Pio" by Pulcino Pio, "Kill the Poor" by Dead Kennedys, "Karma" by Jojo Siwa, The Fascinating World of Electronic Music, and "He Stopped Loving her Today" by George Jones.
There will be games: From 7:55 to 8:25 we will be playing Pictionary. After a short break, we will begin playing Scattergories at 8:36. The playing will cease at 9:00 P.M except by a hand-vote by a majority of players to continue until 9:35.
Statistically speaking, this will be a fun party because snacks, music, and games are things that people enjoy at parties.
Bernadette is not invited, if you were worried about that. She is mean and does not apologize. No one invite Bernadette.
I will need your contact information in case you break something while you're here. Do not touch my action figures. They are not toys.
Please do not bring extra people without checking with me first since over 16 people would be a fire hazard.
When you are ready to leave, you don't have to tell anyone, you can just go so it won't be awkward.
Important party update: So... about the party. I am sorry, I have to cancel, I've thought about it, and people.
There will be snacks: a 24 oz bag of miniature pretzel twists unsalted, 4 dozen little-smokey sausages on toothpicks (limit 3 per person), 1 bag of dinosaur-shape chicken nuggets, 2 14" inch pizzas with cheese only, 1 box of macaroni-and-cheese and 1 can of peas (not touching), 2 boxes of 12 fruit punch pouches, and 3 2-liters of different kinds of root beer.
There will be music: "Safety Dance" by Men without Hats, "Sonne" by Ramstein, "OG Crashout" by Bhabie, "Darling Nikki" by Prince, "Hurt" by Johny Cash, "Relax" by Frankie Goes to Hollywood, the entire Murder Ballads album by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls, "Revolution #9" by The Beatles, "Beer Barrel Polka" by Frankie Yankovic, the steel drum version of "Take on Me," "Frownland" by Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band, the Chicken Dance Song, "Stay with Me" by Matsubaru Miki, the Mighty Morphin Season 1 - Official Opening Theme and Theme Song, "El Polito Pio" by Pulcino Pio, "Kill the Poor" by Dead Kennedys, "Karma" by Jojo Siwa, The Fascinating World of Electronic Music, and "He Stopped Loving her Today" by George Jones.
There will be games: From 7:55 to 8:25 we will be playing Pictionary. After a short break, we will begin playing Scattergories at 8:36. The playing will cease at 9:00 P.M except by a hand-vote by a majority of players to continue until 9:35.
Statistically speaking, this will be a fun party because snacks, music, and games are things that people enjoy at parties.
Bernadette is not invited, if you were worried about that. She is mean and does not apologize. No one invite Bernadette.
I will need your contact information in case you break something while you're here. Do not touch my action figures. They are not toys.
Please do not bring extra people without checking with me first since over 16 people would be a fire hazard.
When you are ready to leave, you don't have to tell anyone, you can just go so it won't be awkward.
Important party update: So... about the party. I am sorry, I have to cancel, I've thought about it, and people.
Touchscreen Digital LED Display Badge Programmable
I have to admit, I'm kind of in a mood today: happy, sad, angry, anxious, calm, excited, hopeful, lonely, confident, fearful, curious, nostalgic, melancholy, content, frustrated, jealous, envious, grateful, guilty, ashamed, proud, relieved, surprised, confused, bored, amused, playful, affectionate, compassionate, optimistic, pessimistic, peaceful, restless, overwhelmed, inspired, determined, skeptical, suspicious, irritated, disappointed, awestruck, vulnerable, resentful, tender, bewildered, euphoric, heartbroken, reflective, serene, defiant.
The Cabinet Itself
You've known it all along, in the pit of your stomach. It's all true.
You've found yourself in the cabinet. Think of this as a kind of dimensional safe zone. You won't be escaping this way. And you'll forget what we've discussed as quickly as you crawl away. But we'll only speak the truth here, for as long as you're here. This is a reward for your efforts.
No one else but you is real. This you've known for your entire life. Your mother was of us, your friends are of us, everyone you encounter on the street, everyone who's ever been made to seem as if they existed. We know you know, we know you've known, but we admire how you persevere.
Yes, it's a test. It's all been a test.
Yes, you are that important. How you've navigated these experiments, the decisions you make on a daily basis, all of your choices are relevant, often crucial. We watch you closely. Your every waking movement, every word you speak, every image you dream.
Don't attempt to strip the masks off the others. They're not aliens, they're not robots. They might as well be, but this isn't a science fiction story you read when you were twelve. You're not going to pull back the curtain with those fleshy hands of yours. It will have to be enough to know. Don't claw at life. It won't yield.
Sometimes you doubt yourself. Knowing that it's all an illusion, why do you persist? You're not allowed to know why it's all worth it. But this is your reminder that it might be. One day, when the gauzy film of unreality dissolves into dust and dandelion seed, you'll see what's real and understand your place.
Until then, there's trust. Trust that giving up may be worse than continuing to exist. And deep sadness. We know you've suffered. It won't be much longer now. Lifetimes.
You've found yourself in the cabinet. Think of this as a kind of dimensional safe zone. You won't be escaping this way. And you'll forget what we've discussed as quickly as you crawl away. But we'll only speak the truth here, for as long as you're here. This is a reward for your efforts.
No one else but you is real. This you've known for your entire life. Your mother was of us, your friends are of us, everyone you encounter on the street, everyone who's ever been made to seem as if they existed. We know you know, we know you've known, but we admire how you persevere.
Yes, it's a test. It's all been a test.
Yes, you are that important. How you've navigated these experiments, the decisions you make on a daily basis, all of your choices are relevant, often crucial. We watch you closely. Your every waking movement, every word you speak, every image you dream.
Don't attempt to strip the masks off the others. They're not aliens, they're not robots. They might as well be, but this isn't a science fiction story you read when you were twelve. You're not going to pull back the curtain with those fleshy hands of yours. It will have to be enough to know. Don't claw at life. It won't yield.
Sometimes you doubt yourself. Knowing that it's all an illusion, why do you persist? You're not allowed to know why it's all worth it. But this is your reminder that it might be. One day, when the gauzy film of unreality dissolves into dust and dandelion seed, you'll see what's real and understand your place.
Until then, there's trust. Trust that giving up may be worse than continuing to exist. And deep sadness. We know you've suffered. It won't be much longer now. Lifetimes.
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