Lately, reality has begun to feel softer than it once did.
It reminds me of a dream, where contradictions are somehow woven into a single story without question.
It is not that I reject reality.
Rather, I find myself wondering whether reality is far less certain than I once believed.
That question no longer feels like an idea.
It feels like the shape of experience itself.
It no longer seems strange.
If anything, it feels more natural.