The Shape Was Not Available For Comment As I Could Find No One Willing To Speak To It…or Even Meet
The Shape was not available for comment as I could find no one willing to speak to it…or even meet my eye when I mentioned it. It has occurred to me that I may be the only one able to see it. Now that I think about it, I have also never bothered to actually check whether this mic is attached to any sort of recording or broadcasting device. And it is possible that I am alone in an empty universe, speaking to no one, unaware that the world is held aloft merely by my delusions and my smooth, sonorous voice. More on this story as it develops, I say, possibly only to myself.
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And now a continuation of our previous investigation into whether I am literally the only person in the world, speaking to myself in a fit of madness caused by my inability to admit the tragedy of my own existence.
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Me tiro do meu sonho, de volta ao real. Ao que é a mente sã. Mas só quero o transparecer, o som do relógio a fluir pelo meu ser, sem de fato uma hora pra acabar. E sem nenhum outro tempo pra fuga. Nenhuma outra opção além de enfrentar o que te impede de dormir, ou de ser você.
Stolen moments, soft and dim 🌙✨
ref.
today i read a thing about anxiety being your illusion of control over something you couldn't possibly control. it made me cry, but not because I could relate
it was because it reminded me that I don't have control and that fucking terrifies me
and because it reminded me that maybe if I was a little bit less like me, maybe I could have a bit more of that control
