“Tulpa.”
“What?”
“What? Nothing. I just... I thought I
saw something by Gary. Don't look. But do you see it? Don't look!”
“Are you okay?”
“I don't know. No, I'm okay. That was
weird. I must have nodded off for a second.”
“Shh.”
“Yeah, Gary, all right. We'll keep it
down.”
“Hey, what were you mumbling about?
Pulp? Bulk?”
“Have you seen Fight Club?”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“What does a mental breakdown look
like? How do you draw the line between reality and... not? You think
you're making progress, making a new discovery, but what if it's all
delusion. There's nothing to discover. A trip to nowhere. Or did you
catch a glimpse of something? Something bleeding through the world.
Even if it looks ridiculous.”
“Shh.”
“Shh yourself, Gary. Jesus.”
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