the tune of my solipsistic symphony

So here I am, writing an entry that only I might read. Or maybe you're reading it right now. But wait – do you really exist? The funny thing is if you're reading this and thinking, "What nonsense!" that's exactly what a figment of my imagination would say. Or am I a figment of your imagination? But wait - if you're thinking that, you might not exist, so your opinion doesn't matter. Or does it? Fuck yeah, every last subatomic particle is dancing to the tune of my solipsistic symphony.