When I say I contain much, what am I?
What is that container?
That “I” is a membrane of thoughts around a lifetime of characters played carefully.
A bubble of swirling soap around air.
An infinite border to nothing.
And what was contained in those electrons of air?
Stories about the self.
Separations crafted by an imagined overlord.
Which brings us to that investment of investments.
The sage character told this to the woman, who broke up with her boyfriend.
All you ever invest – in anyone or anything – is imagination.
