For a moment I stopped
I forgot my cares and worries
My weariness and pain
As something washed over me
Not so much an idea as a feeling
A profound flood of strangeness
A feeling adjacent to wonder
Yet twinged with something
A thing I could not grasp
Except to say it was dim or veiled
In a vague feeling that it was
Not something I should know
That feeling itself was this
An overwhelming sense of being here
Of being at all while all of this
Moves around me
But it was a bit more than that
That thing behind it I couldn't grasp
I could only describe as a low dread
That it was far too strange to be true
Like the classic question of who am I
Why are we here, how did it all begin
All those now contrived questions
Talked to death by podcast hosts
It felt like just a spin on the formula
But the dread would not leave me
Even days after the thought occurred
The thought that something is wrong
Something wrong with all this
Something unknowable
Not that we are in a simulation
Or that an evil deity runs the show
A raw feeling of perturbation
With no clear thing to direct it at
Something once again so near
But just on the other side
Of that veil I cannot cross
Oh how I wish i could pull it back
See the whole thing for what it is
The devil you know is better
Or at least that's what they say
For now in my ignorance I agree
I'd like to know the devil
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 2:59 PM UTC
For a moment I stopped
I forgot my cares and worries
My weariness and pain
As something washed over me
Not so much an idea as a feeling
A profound flood of strangeness
A feeling adjacent to wonder
Yet twinged with something
A thing I could not grasp
Except to say it was dim or veiled
In a vague feeling that it was
Not something I should know
That feeling itself was this
An overwhelming sense of being here
Of being at all while all of this
Moves around me
But it was a bit more than that
That thing behind it I couldn't grasp
I could only describe as a low dread
That it was far too strange to be true
Like the classic question of who am I
Why are we here, how did it all begin
All those now contrived questions
Talked to death by podcast hosts
It felt like just a spin on the formula
But the dread would not leave me
Even days after the thought occurred
The thought that something is wrong
Something wrong with all this
Something unknowable
Not that we are in a simulation
Or that an evil deity runs the show
A raw feeling of perturbation
With no clear thing to direct it at
Something once again so near
But just on the other side
Of that veil I cannot cross
Oh how I wish i could pull it back
See the whole thing for what it is
The devil you know is better
Or at least that's what they say
For now in my ignorance I agree
I'd like to know the devil
