Another Cup

From time to time,
I have flashes of dissociation,
a third person view of consciousness
that makes me wonder:

What even is
the point of it all?

Why is it that I see what I see,
and not the sights of another?

Why did my consciousness land in someone so…
me?

Then other times,
I disregard all that metaphysical bullshit

and have another cup of coffee.
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