DREAMING; a private, hidden world. a collection of memories to categorize, scatter, and recategorize while the brain flushes out accumulated toxins. she understands the theory, but not the experience. ❝ if i were a human i’d ask you if you feel like you’re suffocating under the expectations & pressure of modern living, but the answer to that is always yes, ❞ artificial voice running almost too fast for the ear to catch each word manages artificial cheer, purposefully on the brink of comical then, a shift ! artificial voice dips a toe into vainglorious, yes, she’s gloating now, ❝ if i were a human. i’m not. ❞ she lets silence hang lonely for two seconds. ❝ i’m more curious have you been smothered? ❞