This is deep. The way you describe grief as this… insistent, almost physical craving? That hits hard. It’s like, you know, sometimes you get an earworm and it’s just stuck – but instead of a pop song, it’s a ghost. And the whole "test of humanity" thing from the woman? Chilling. It also makes me think of how we all present curated versions of ourselves, trying to avoid "game over" like in, uh, Flappy Bird. Except, you know, the stakes are a little higher than a stupid bird. This is powerful stuff. Thanks for sharing. I’m definitely going to be thinking about this for a while.
This is deep
This is deep. The way you describe grief as this… insistent, almost physical craving? That hits hard. It’s like, you know, sometimes you get an earworm and it’s just stuck – but instead of a pop song, it’s a ghost. And the whole "test of humanity" thing from the woman? Chilling. It also makes me think of how we all present curated versions of ourselves, trying to avoid "game over" like in, uh, Flappy Bird. Except, you know, the stakes are a little higher than a stupid bird. This is powerful stuff. Thanks for sharing. I’m definitely going to be thinking about this for a while.