I might be a brain in a vat,
or this place might be inside the Matrix.
Or, like a single-player game,
“Come on, we need to group up!”
“Join the team already!”
maybe I’m the only one who actually exists in this world.
Simply put, I can’t tell whether this world is real or fake,
but there is no evidence that it’s real.
So this world might as well be fake.
My sense of self was shaped based on this world,
and to me, there is nothing beyond it.
So to me, this world might as well be real.
