August 28, 2015


Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards?

The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle - it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act of self-preservation. It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?

That's how I found out why people laugh.

They laugh because it hurts so much... Because it's the only thing that'll make it stop hurting.

April 30, 2014


It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.

Suppose you wish to turn the page. You will first of all need to half turn the page. And to do that, you will need to quarter turn the page. And so on. In fact, before you can turn the page you must make an infinite number of ever-lasting fractional turns of the page. And you can't even leave the room to get help turning it, because in order to leave the room you will need to get halfway to the door, and before you can do that, you will need to get halfway to halfway to the door, and so on. As Zeno pointed out all that time ago, you simply can't go through an infinite series of stages in a sadly all too finite amount of time. You cannot count to infinity in a finite amount of time - no matter how fast you can count. It is, in fact, impossible to do anything - logically speaking.