frame 1:
He realizes he didn’t step on the land mine, and there for didn’t die. He starts thinking of why he didn’t die, and what purpose his death even means. He starts thinking this in all sorts of philosophical ways, desperately trying to understand.
For example
Why didn’t I die?
Why should I die?
What is the meaning of me dying?
Is it a curse?
Is someone doing this to me?
Why would someone do it to me?
Pleasure?
Insanity?
Who is doing this to me, if anyone?
God?
The universe?
Someone who is making me?
Who?
How…?
Is this reality?
Is this a simulation?
But if so, why put me in one?
Why me?
Did I do something?
I don’t remember.
Can I remember?
Is someone making me not remember?
Is there a meaning for me not knowing?
Is that part of the agony that is my life?
Do I even want to remember, If I could?
Did I have a past life?
What is even my life?
Am I here? Yes.
But…
How?
I should be dead…
Am I even here?
There is something wrong… or is there?
Is me being here a mistake?
Am I a mistake?
Does someone make me be here for a purpose?
What purpose?
Does my life have a purpose?
If someone is making me be here, there must be a reason…
Everything has a reason.
Or does it?
DOES IT?
DO I HAVE ONE?
WHY AM I HERE NOW ON THIS MOMENT RIGHT HER-
Puff goes the fluffy
frame 2:
He fries his mind and his head explodes from thinking too deep.