“I opt out of all of the bullshit I never signed up for to begin with.” Get up. Go to work. Go home. Sleep. Repeat. Such a life is one of survival, not living. Maybe some real living is squeezed in around the edges. A snatch of meaningful human interaction on the occasional evening — here. A weekend away — there. A long holiday — once in a while.

Sunset. Golden reds and yellows pouring, fading away, succumbing to the clutching grasp of creeping twilight, the strangling darkness. For most people, those sentences conjured a vivid mental image. I would surmise that those for which an image appeared were unaware that it was only most, and not all, people that ‘see’ mental images. In fact, the converse is probably true — those for which no image appeared are probably confused to discover that most people actually see images, the mind’s eye functioning much the same as a real eye.