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I love when people break up is that controversial. Something about a person breaking up and getting their hobbies back and having fun with friends etc. I love that. Iām including myself in this
no i literally love a breakup like fucking YAYYYYYYY like fucking closest thing to reincarnation humans can verify as real fucking sobbing and living afresh and getting to know yourself again. convincing the women in my life of this has been my heavy burden since age 10
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āI think itās true that a romantic relationship is a sort of delusion between two people. Thereās an agreement to imagine something together, and you create this idea of each other and the relationship and what you mean to each other. And when one person stops imagining all this, basically thatās when the whole thing falls apart.ā
ā Sheila Heti, in an excerpt fromĀ āWe Need the Eggs: On Annie Hall, Love, and Delusionā, The Paris Review, 22 April 2022
The God of the Gaps finally worked its way free today. Free from the gaps. Wasn't pretty. Yeah, turns out that the centuries of having to contort itself around the long march of scientific progress had put the poor thing in a real "Amigara Fault" kind of situation
It emerged in the sky above a stretch of the I-495, resembling nothing so much as a 300-foot tall iridescent neural web, ichor dripping from countless ruptures in the raw, distended skin. It convulsed like it was in great pain, hundreds of times a second, and every time it convulsed it shed thousands of whip-thin slivers of unformed divine intent, orphaned syllables from what otherwise would have been coherent blessings and condemnations. Later I asked one of the hazmat guys on-scene what happened if one of those half-formed godly ideas actually managed to connect with a supplicant. They just shook their head, slowly and sadly. Or I think they did. It was one of those models where it's hard to tell what the person inside is actually doing with their head
Anyway it was a pretty spectacle but not a stable one. After a couple of hours the usual clean-up crew rolled in and shot at it from a truck bed with a mothballed howitzer until they'd killed it. Or finished killing it, or maybe just destroyed it, whatever terminology is appropriate. The whole thing collapsed all over the interstate like a mass of cooked spaghetti, just in time for rush hour. Saw photos of it from every angle. News chopper shots taken from above, obviously, but also a bunch of illicit shots taken from ground level by all the usual rubbernecking pilgrims and looky-loos. I mean the quarantine was the usual underfunded hack job, three 19-year-old national guardsman and a spare road cone, you know the drill. About as airtight as a sieve, everyone basically going in and out as they please. A guy I know in Worcester is making a killing selling cuttings from the thing on eBay
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fucking around for three days and then making a herculean effort on day four that restores your average progress to what a moderately inept person would have achieved with consistent effort, thatās what itās all about.
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"why was the ending so rushed it was so good up until the ending" the answer is the same every time no matter the media you're talking about: the author is a bee and had to go back to the hive to defend the queen