IFN: 'What am I doing here?'
This is something I often ask myself. It normally accompanies several other perplexing questions along with what is my purpose? Why is everything so fucked-up? And, is any of it real? I nearly always give-up trying to answer these questions the moment I ask them and instead I find myself wishing I was the owner of a flashy interstellar space rocket.
I have a dream you know!
