Everything, the universe, it seems, is hanging on by a string. Such a strange balance that I wonder what keeps it from snapping altogether. One day it will, though. It feels like a hologram. A little universe within a little universe within a little universe, and we're all just reflections. Not even reflections necessarily, but little wholes within the big whole. We're all about to snap and somehow we hang on another day. Sometimes I can hardly stand how weird everything is.