"From what I've heard, reality must be one hell of a horrific place to inhabit."
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
A real human, given the experiences that had occurred, would have been able to cry.
But the tears would not come.
at 11:32 am
Thursday, April 26, 2007
"I'm sorry, we don't serve androids."
"But I'm not an android. I'm a robot."
"What's the difference?"
"Androids can be mistaken for human."
at 9:47 pm
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
The tendency for self-imposed isolation became stronger as time passed, reinforcing the need to hide away from situations where an explanation for the total social retreat would be required.
It was not a sustainable solution but survival in the short term was easier and the path of least resistance had always been chosen under times of stress.
at 1:28 pm
It was as if the writer's block had contaminated his brain's emotional centres. He knew he was experiencing feelings - oh, how he knew - but there was no understanding of what they meant or where they came from.
at 8:15 am
Monday, April 23, 2007
Sit. Look up. Breathe.
Ignore the chaotic turmoil tearing against the mental bonds needed to maintain up the mask of calmness. Avoid all introspective contemplation. Do not think.
Sit, look up, and breathe.
Just sit. Just breathe. It'll all be okay someday.
at 6:21 pm
Sunday, April 22, 2007
He cut himself off from as much contact with life as possible, like a cancer mortally ashamed of it's own malignancy.
at 12:51 pm
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Emotions were rampant but the words to convey them would not come. It was simpler to keep quiet.
at 11:41 am
Friday, April 20, 2007
Self-expression was seen as dangerous, a risky broadcast of internal vulnerabilities to an untrusted audience.
at 4:19 pm