I feel like I'm living my life parallel to everyone else. I'm not so much living, so much as coming up with stories of what life could be like if I was able to leave my bedroom. But every once in a while, a story overlaps with the world surrounding me, and when it does the world starts to shift, and a new reality comes to life. At least, I like to think that happens. Even if you no longer believe in an external reality independent of the thoughts, dreams, and hopes of humanity, it can be hard to remember that what you see isn't real.