mindvomit

AM went into my mind. He walked smoothly here and there, and looked with interest at all the pock marks he had created in one hundred and nine years.

I thought it was a tweet by an idiot* until i realised what he was searching for, and then suddenly i got the joke

And nobody else cares enough to even make a half assed attempt at the vx forwarding bot,despite my deliberately provocative shitty gpt code

he vaguely knew it was rather numbness after shock, and not the kind of healing happening with time; bizarre dreams would flood the nights with vivid stories, cameos and significant symbols of longing for various places and pasts, for belonging; not-there-nor-here it would be, the mornings would be barely survivable, and the visions of wandering and being lost in memory mazes would taunt with dull recurrence; perhaps the distance of time is the numbness of depersonalisation, and perhaps the refuge of crisp air of the nature’s recluse is the distance from any kind of engulfing humanity

reddit being as useful as ever