Maybe I'm just a vague sense of dread encapsulated inside the human body.
A lingering confused emotion that something bad might happen, possibly even likely, unjustified, that just hovers over everything. A physical manifestation, an embodiment of an emotion like that movie with emotions as people but with much more confused and vague feelings and emotions.
The stomach lurches, spidey sense tingles and then the reveal. Nothing. It was all in your head. Likely. Unless there's going to be much much worse things up ahead in the foreseeable future.
You, the physical manifestation of the very specific feeling not in control of your being unable to shape your self merely a slave to your existence unable unwilling to change because this is existence for you. This is who you are. Without this, the vast emptiness of nihilistic existentialism.
Or perhaps it's something to do with blood pressure. No way to know. No one's got one of those measuring pumps nearby.
Such is existence.
It sounded so much deeper when I marked this 'important' like four hours ago. But perhaps all of this is true, maybe we're just the physical manifestations of vague abstract concepts.
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