She began looking for answers by taking peek at visuals of the songs in *the album.
She had no idea when she made that album. Since she experienced too much the days she regarded recondite circumstances as possible, she had learned adopting without questioning it and enjoying it from that moment. As the intensity of chaos increases, as she gets stuck, she could not overlook the idea of self that could help her which makes a song list helping her. A paradox emerges between parallel universes, maybe. Perhaps, it was the way our lives get in contact with us, perhaps it was the way, the future, the cosmos, the simulation or the memory which is full of surprises gets in contact with us, maybe. Perhaps all of them was the same things. They were the different approvals of the same reality.
While everything was possible, could each probability be tantamount?
Or was that the only probability which is appropriate for every situation in the system which is consisted of choices.
Thus, even if all possibilities result in different consequences, all the consequences were what were supposed to be.
The values of them equivalent.
Otherwise did it mean that it was the assertion of being flawless of the game?
Flawless.
At the point where everything goes into the eternity, it is an inexistent word.
Anyway, would it make a difference? Enjoying it by game perception was a discovery in her own way. Probably, it was a familiar discovery.
When she realized the induction of the album she is listening for writing, she smiled recoilingly. Apparently, the game was working. Whenever she produces something, she feels satisfied. She regards satisfaction as the most important standard of judgement regarding if it works or not.
Could this be included in narcissism?
All people should get under way from their inner sides, shouldn't they?
The standards of judgements were already changeable.
Her emphasis on satisfaction perplexes her a bit. Beforehand, in a book she bumped into the idea that the system existed on dependencies and she just found it interesting. Could the things we were looking for be our dependencies, in fact?
Passion-satisfaction-dependence.
It seems like, it comes from the same basis and it can easily turn into each other, can't it?
What was it like realizing herself? Should the feeling which is synchronized by the song "Hand in hand" that comes along the moment have resemblances to a celebration? Or was it just copying from synchronicity? Could someone obsessed with authenticity copy from herself? Perhaps, this was included in authenticity.
Even if the names or images of the songs sometimes frightened her, she exceedingly sure of her way. It was not analytical assurance, it was intuitional assurance. But then, wasn't a game acceptable to play by living? She climbed up stairs, instantly, she picked a right song in compliance with the moment and as per name, she intervened in stream rather than leaving his energy in the arms of fear by the consciousness of turning everything into maximum yield and it's desire. The name of the song before starting to write was "Search the night".
The name of the story is "Julia".
*the album
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