Chapter 8g
There is a story here that I am obligated to tell you but stories lose meaning the more you hear them. There is something more than a story here, there is a charade that I'm obligated to tell you about, too.
Time has taken me by the hand and flung me out into infinity. You may as well be here, too, the distance is inherently too far for either of us to ever know. I am Supposed to tell the story here of when I was...what? Maybe fifteen years old? Yeah, that would be twenty-five years ago.
I lost my virginity that year if I remember right. Maybe not. I've had better sex since then, nothing noteworthy. Was that story good enough? Did it suffice?
There is a bigger story that I cannot grasp. All things that we perceive in this world are real. If you perceive a giant crab snapping your friends in half with his claws and they all perceive the same as they die, you can be certain it's real, even despite being "impossible."
That doesn't make sense.
How much time has really passed?