Right so this day I go to bed as usual, and so I think about things in general wich brings me to think about the fact that I'm thinking, then I think about Descartes, right so then I get this thought: "So, all I truly know is that I think, and thus exist", cool, true in a way I guess, but then, "Okay, but, he said all that I've ever felt with my senses can't be trusted", yes true true, "So how do I know anybody else thinks when all information I recieve from other people comes from my hearing, my sight, etc.", well, shit, "So what? can I just not prove that anybody else thinks?", I suppose, after all you can not trust your senses. "So, as far as I know, only I think." Seems like it. I stare at the ceiling. I see the lamp, hanging from the ceiling. "So life sucks and in a way I'm alone" yep. I see the cable of the lamp, and I'm reminded that a man discovered how electricity works, how electrons move. "He must have thought, like, to discover that, well to discover anything. I'm not alone, people exist" then i fell asleep.