Reverie Drifting

It is as though I have already lived life and am experiencing it in a retroactive daydream… the actors are dull and uninteresting, the unravelling plot equally meaningless and predictable… there is no weight to any information or consequence to action as I have already observed their respective outcomes… this life is a painfully repeated rerun and so I have no interest nor attachment to it… I cannot incite the slightest care in me, I am thoroughly apathetic… nothing matters nor means anything and I am so numb… drifting endlessly through a life I have already lived, subjected indefinitely to hellish, unbearable consciousness… everything is incongruent, nonsensical and uncanny… what is life, but a corporeal fantasy?