Coffee, Software, AI, and a few Aliens
you loved me differently i loved you all the same sometimes i get obsessed with lyrics, and equally obsessed with the fact that nobody else understands the lyrics. it’s a double meaning: you loved me differently (not how i loved you, not normally). i loved you all the same (regardless)
I think the haunted often gets things backwards. It is not the ghosts who are stuck here on this earth with something left to resolve. Ghosts are not developmental. They are trapped photographs of people. It is only us, the left behind, who can change. Only the living can grow, can learn to release the ghosts. We are not haunted by ghosts. We haunt the ghosts
editorial note: as all things are, this is a work of fiction. the characters in it, while obviously based on something, are not intended to be exact replicas of anyone
Well, there goes another one. Another bit of rotting leftovers in the fridge. Watching her face slowly fall down the list. The cycle of crushed hopefulness continues. Another reason to close off, to remain guarded. Another reason to become a pessimist.
I’ve tried to write in the past about my opinions on getting over something. About wearing our scars and pushing the boulder back up the hill. But I am not sure I’ve done a good enough job at specifically defining what I think it means to get over something. My recent fiction has been unsatisfyingly indirect. So I am writing something direct for a change (that’s a bit of a joke, if you’ve been…
I’m not so sure what to make of him quite yet. We’ve just met, but he makes me laugh. He’s a bit all over the place though, isn’t he? I can’t quite tell when he’s being serious. He seems to love his family, friends. He plays a lot of rocket league, but he seems to love it. He never steps on cracks. He’s got an interesting way of viewing the world. I like listening to the way he talks about it
I know I write these letters mostly for myself. The process of writing helps me settle and set free my insane little brain. I try to spare you mostly of the things I write, but the editing and sending has some additional effect on me that’s hard to describe. On a number of occasions I know I have tried to describe to you how I feel about the thoughts in my head. One of my strongest held beliefs is…
Sometimes you have fine days. You go about your business and find a nice groove. Like going on a nice walk in a park at some point you realize you forget you’re even in a park. You take another wander through the winds of your life. Just like I taught you Other days are hard days. You glance over the dusty bookshelf out the window. Right past a book you still haven’t read. The one I lent you. I…
Cycles (II) , 2020 by Sean Mundy
The next most important topic to cover has probably got to be kindness. In my experience, this is one that people quite often get wrong. Or maybe people just don’t obsess about these things like I do? Who’s to know, really? Anyways, I digress—let’s get started.