Hello. Here I am again, creating random conversations in my head with people I do not know. 

Abigail: What’s wrong?

Merryweather: Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.

Abigail: By saying that there is nothing wrong, you mean something’s wrong. And when you answer affirmatively by saying, “There is something wrong”, then in truth, there really is something wrong. So what is wrong?

Merryweather: Everything’s wrong.

Abigail: Point taken. Maybe. Maybe not. But who cares, right? We are the most lucid of all the people in the world and yet we can do nothing right.

Merryweather: That could be right. That could be wrong. But who cares?

Abigail: Exactly.