Mar 29
Dead weight
Your hand is the dead weight dragging you down into nothingness. It’s cold and dark, lonely and empty. It’s lifeless life, you’re a living corpse filled with conscious thought. You sink slowly, quietly, waiting and wanting to hit bottom. You find no peace, no comfort, no end.
Endings used to scare you, but not anymore.
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Hi Mike,
When will you get to try a NeuroSwitch? If it works, can you have more than one – to do different things?
Great Caesar’s ghost that’s bleak. Good to see you’re still hammering out molten wordcraft despite technical hitches Mr Phillips!