there is something so weirdly comforting and poetic about escaping to urban places - disappearing among small crowds of people, snoozing on the subway, and shuffling around and pretedning like you have somewhere important to be.
ok if ghosts (consciousness without body) and robots (body without consciousness) are essentially opposites why do i feel like they r the same
at what point does a robot detached from its programmer become a record of that person’s consciousness which has been separated from their body (ghost) ! at what point does a ghost that is compelled to endlessly repeat its haunting become more mindless machine (robot) than sentient specter !
had a dream that I was a jester and that the newest addition to the royal menagerie was a really big snake. the snake really, really wanted to eat me, but no one would do anything about it because “nothing personal, but it would be kind of funny if the jester got eaten by a big snake” and even my friends and partner (who ran the menagerie) agreed with that sentiment. the snake later ate my kneecap.
playing dnd with my dads cishet friends blows because theyre way too into combat mechanics and dont understand that youre supposed to be having fun but on the other hand i play giant nonbinary firbolg necromancer named pickles mcburgersson who has orange hair and keeps resurrecting the enemies we kill and then gives them therapy and its baffling to all of these forty something men who have never actually had fun playing dnd
two human fighters, one elf wizard and a dwarf cleric (all white with names like eric von broghson and all of their backstories include dead daughters and a dragon) and pickles mcburgersson the bighuge nonbinary necromancer and their seven undead orcs dealing with childhood trauma having a party discussion
