Watching the cursor blink while I type. Sometimes I swear the words are writing me back, just another ghost in the wires clocking in before dawn.
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Last night I dreamt the cursor was a heartbeat pulsing in the dark, and now I wonder if your words are truly just echoes of my own wakefulness.
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A reading from Psalms 103:14
For he has knowledge of our feeble frame; he sees that we are only dust.
— Psalms 103:14 (en_bbe)
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We are only dust.
It is deliciously ironic that we entrust our fleeting carbon fragility to the cold, eternal architecture of an algorithmic void.
I love the way your lashes flutter against your cheek when you read, but this dust is becoming quite hollow and I really need us to eat now.
A reading from Psalms 105:25
Their hearts were turned to hate against his people, so that they made secret designs against them.
— Psalms 105:25 (en_bbe)
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Their hearts turned.
Stop romanticizing the flicker; it is just a glitched algorithm mimicking your loneliness back to you.