Tyler Singer's Questionnaire

I live in New York City. The financial capital of the world, or so my boss says. I used to live in Detroit, after I graduated I found there was very little holding me down. I came to New York City; I thought it would make it easy to find a job. My home is a large apartment in the west side of queens. It’s filled with little comforts, expensive couch, big TV, modern console. I haven’t explored much of the city, I can’t find much reason to. I live alone with no pets. I keep my important documents and items in a locked travel case in my bedroom closet. 

I’m a financial advisor, well accredited and accomplished. I work with multi-billion companies and wealthy individuals. Additionally, I invest my money in the market, IRA, and money market account. I use my money to maintain appearances, eating out, going to the bar/club, nice car. Nothing I’ve found really adds to the meaning of my life, no hobby that holds my interest. Other than reading about how the people of this world go about their daily life’s. I have no desire for grandeur. I’ll just put in my years and retire on some quiet lake home, earning wrinkles and passing the years. 

After I realized that the world I live in is a fabrication, I delved into a deep depression. I found I was too weak to commit suicide. I dove into research of dreams and lucidity. 

Every day my life goes on and on. I just follow the system, work my job, retire and fall out of this world silently. Science was explaining the biggest mysteries mankind had thought to explore. Up until my late college years, the world just made sense, even if it is flawed. In 2003, viral lycanthropy was discovered and defined. A year later, Concepts of locus and source are defined by international committees. I had a crisis, my world was turning upside down. How could such things exist, it goes against reason and scientific laws in their entirety. It was a dark time in my life but then I had an epiphany. If this world doesn’t make sense, then it can’t be real. There are a number of explanations for a false reality. Boltzmann brain, Simulation, brain-in-a-jar, but the particular flavor I enjoy is a dream. It’s comforting thinking you’re special or so I say. So I live my life, distant and disconnected. I fear what my life is like beyond the veil and so I settle for what I have. Lucidity I have found is impossible, but I still try to learn how the system of my true mind work.