Thanks for feeding my existential dread. For that matter, the you of this moment is constantly being annihilated and replaced by a slightly different clone, in

Thanks for feeding my existential dread. For that matter, the you of this moment is constantly being annihilated and replaced by a slightly different clone, in an illusory life that resembles stop-frame animation. And don't ask me about the me from yesterday - the one who didn't bother to do any of the things I am stuck with doing today - or the me from tomorrow who will likely squander everything I've worked so hard for. Neither of them is to be trusted. On the other hand, I do seem to have a vast store of dream memories; wnen I think about them it seems like living some kind of second life, usually while fast asleep. Sleeping and waking selves are in agreement that being asleep is generally more pleasant than being awake, though being awake seems to have better continuity.