This is the world I envisioned, this is how the world should be.
But in this world, only my body is rotting.
Becoming decayed.
Yes, decaying.
Maybe this is how my body should’ve been?
Maybe this is my true self.
But then finally, I remember.
Life has only just begun for me.
That I wasn’t thinking about anything.
And that nothing amazing has ever happened here.
Everything, is ordinary.
This is a reference to flcl progressive.