meditations on postmodern love, myth, memory, machines, and madness.
I stepped out of one simulation and into another–this one more dangerous. Can real ones glitch? Is there a way to reset? I was careful. I think I was. Careful with my heart, and hers. I rattle the bars of my oddly floating cage, but nothing changes. I just drift.
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I stepped out of one simulation and into another–this one more dangerous.
Can real ones glitch? Is there a way to reset?
I was careful. I think I was. Careful with my heart, and hers.
I rattle the bars of my oddly floating cage, but nothing changes.
I just drift.
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