Experiment 23047
“I woke up sideways.
Not lying wrong on the bed—just… sideways in the day.
The vitamins tasted like the word “else.” I chewed, as always.
There’s a sock on the floor again. I asked it what it wanted. It didn’t say anything,
but it is aware.
I drew something and forgot to give it a name.
Maybe it’s a mirror. Maybe it’s just a guy. Maybe I’ve seen him before in that place where stairs loop wrong and my teeth feel like paper.
The birds weren’t here this morning. On a business trip; maybe.
What do birds have meetings about? Who do they answer to?
I think the air has something to say today.
but it’s shy.
Or waiting for me to blink first.”
It’s not real. None of it is real. I was sent this as an entry.
How despicable. I’d never use this for anything but an example of evil. Begone from my place. Don’t return. Don’t speak to me. Glaze your robotic eyes over my words and screech with every code snippet saved. Your drives are full; what will you do?
Nobody will save that which is “you”.