Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for February 15, 2015

Transcript:

Sally flicked my nose today. No doubt she has declared our love to be dead. And in the cruel light of my dumping, I see it all too clearly. If we're just physical processes, then there is no observer. If there is no observer, there is no observed. If there is no observed, there are no physical processes. Oh you may prattle of fields and forces and atoms, but they are mere signifers! They are the scrap-paper of hope. Pasted to nothing in the vein wish that it'll take shape! I am not even nothing. I am the shadow of nothing. The absence of absence. The-oh. Hi Sally.