I had begun to have some very serious questions about exactly who I was. It haunted me to sometimes awaken in the morning and not understand my very nature. One morning I awoke and momentarily realized that when I slept at night I traveled through time and was able to witness my life at different stages in time. When I would awaken, I would just happen to be at that particular time in my life. Much of the continuity and progression from stage to stage in my life were therefore just illusion.
I was uncertain what I should do with my life, but thought it had something to do with art. The contours of my existence however were still very vague.
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