But finally using the changes in the right place

It's the same in dreams too
Let's imagine you're struggling with headache a migraine to be precise and it's throbbing on your left eye, instead of waking up due to the pain your mind will make up a dream of you getting shot in your left eye so your slumber continues, now the pain make sense and it's almost bearable that way

I love dreams
I love the unconscious realm

"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become and monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
— Friedrich Nietzsche

طبعا السبب الي يخلي الدبان معاش يطلع من المكان الي خشلة هو الحراره
مثلا عندك دبانة خشت السياره مش حتطلع حتى كان فتحت الرواشن كلهم لان اختلاف الحرارة بين المحيط الخارجي و الداخلي يخليها تقعد تتجنب انها تطلع لان المحيط الداخلي حرارته اعلى من البرا

طبعا هذا مطعم ديوان الأمير والي يبي يجي غادي يحجز قبل لان حيسبوك كان جيت من غير حجز

talking to myself out loud and disagreeing with myself every now and then so that the spirits lingering in the cold corners of my room don't accuse me of monolithic thinking

Growing up between two emotionally distant parents who can't not hold a conversation for more than 30 seconds and if they do, it'd be a heated argument rather than a conversation, made me view 'chatting' as the least of necessities

Sometimes I disconnect for a moment, wondering what my life would’ve been like if I were a chatty person

Would people like me more, or would they completely hate me?

How deep must one dive into my depths to form a strong feeling like love or hate for me?