My thoughts drifted ten thousand miles away. I was watching ants, and suddenly it struck me—perhaps I’m just an ant too. If you zoomed out, and then zoomed out again, I’d be nothing more than one ordinary figure among billions on this planet.
I sat idly under the sun, tapping out some aimless words. Who’s really in control—are we steering our minds, or are our minds manipulating us into believing these thoughts are our own?
I glanced at the wall beside me, imagining it as a portal to a parallel world. Like Rick’s portal gun, perhaps it had the texture of jelly. I placed my hand against it on a whim. Nothing happened, of course—just as solid as it looked. Still, unwilling to let go of the fantasy, I pressed my palm flat and gave it another pat.
The cold wind brushed against me. The illusion faded. I sat there. The ants had vanished. But at least the sun was still here.
思绪飘向十万八千里，我在观察蚂蚁，突然想着其实我也是只蚂蚁。倘若把观察者的视角放大一点，再放大一点，我只是这一星球上无数人中再普通不过的一人了。我在太阳底下懒散的坐着，打着闲散的文字。究竟是我们操控大脑，还是大脑操控我们让我们以为是自己的思考？我望向旁边的墙，想象着这是一面通向平行世界的通道。像瑞克的传送枪一样，有着果冻般触感。手下意识放上去了，倒是什么都没发生，一如它看上去那么坚硬，潜意识不甘心的摊开手掌再拍了拍墙，冷风吹着我，恍惚的梦醒了，我坐着，蚂蚁也跑没了影，还好有太阳。