He’s Suchhhhh A Loser I Need Him So Bad

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenka featured in "Letters to Milena,

you wait all week in eager anticipation to spend one hour staring at your screen with your mouth open in abject horror and then it ends and you get to wait again. now thats television.

I want this man.

no dentist's office. no writing christmas cards. no taking flights. a world where every pain or minor annoyance is dismissed as your consciousness is replaced with a different version of you. a life without pain, or agitation, or monotony. and conversely, a life full of only that for every version of you who experiences the chores you wished to evade.

forget skipping work or school or birth. try everything. never experience anything that expires a negative emotion. the ideal consciousness sold as a product for the price of a version of you that you'll never meet.

but it doesn't matter. you carry the hurt down with you. in your hands, in your mind, your mouth. the grief mark experiences carried into his innie, gemma feeling the pain she experienced in the rooms even after she's been severed.

it doesn't matter. you carry it with you.

Challengers taught me I don't hate polamory I just hate it when ugly people do it

and I think that's beautiful