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has anyone actually *tried* the often joked but ill advised "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" cover letter. maybe i should submit a second cover letter to the [redacted] place. surely
ouagh.
my honest reaction after watching fitmc's stream today
Under the cut bc some of my friends are actively reading Murderbot
"I don't want to be a pet robot." ... "I don't want to be human."
This is going to stick with me forever. The fact that it said this, out loud, to its humans, only after going through a catastrophic memory breakdown where it couldn't consider lying to protect itself.
There's just something so pleading in it. Murderbot doesn't have the presence of mind to feel like it's in danger but the struggle to exist as it is has been completely hardwired.
i almost certainly shouldn't revamp the current writing project into a second-person-revealed-to-be-first piece of narrative fuckery. but like. i could.
The literary effect we call horror turns on the dissolution of boundaries, between the living and the dead, of course, but also, at the crudest level, between the outside of the body and everything that ought to stay inside. In the psychological ghost story, the dissolving boundary is the one between the mind and the exterior world. During the third major manifestation at Hill House, as Eleanor's resistance begins to buckle, she thinks, "how can these others hear the noise when it is coming from inside my head?"
— Laura Miller's introduction to The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson
I don't like walking around this old and empty house (so hold my hand I'll walk with you my dear) the stairs creak as you sleep it's keeping me awake (it's the house telling you to close your eyes)