My mind drifts back and forth like this, from the planet to the existence and from the existence to the planet, because there’s nowhere I truly belong.

 When the world weighs too heavily on me, I flee to space and start concerning myself with the troubles of the universe. I abandon the question “Why are people like this?” as too small and move on to “Why and how does everything exist?” After a while, that too becomes too much, and I escape back to Earth to deal with the woes of civilization. Naturally, I postpone the question “Is it the universe or this universe?” and turn instead to “What is the origin of social assimilation?” My mind drifts back and forth like this, from the planet to the existence and from the existence to the planet, because there’s nowhere I truly belong; I exist on the threshold, simply passing through.