She said, “I didn’t believe they would.”
She said, “I couldn’t believe they did.”

The more I think, the less human I become.

Why is this? Isn’t thinking exactly what distinguishes humans from everything else in existence?

This is what I am. And it is nothing.

I do not believe in the existence of other people, but I do not believe in the non-existence of other people, either. It is an inhuman way to live, but it is the only way that is logically consistent. Logic, it turns out, is not for humans.