As far as I can know for an absolute fact, I am real. But I can’t know for sure that you are real.

My mind can dream dreams where entire environments and people are simulated. It looks completely real and I did that shit with my mind.

Why couldn’t that be the case when I’m awake? I’m imagining all of you. That’s why you’re here, I thought you up, bro. Kanye West? That was me. Legendary author E.B. White? Yeah, he doesn’t exist, I imagined him into reality and now we all can enjoy The Trumpet of the Swan. You have me to thank for that.

My bad abt all the Hitler shit, idk what I was thinking!!