One day she’ll accept the trade-off, losing a piece of her humanity. She’ll look back and see the wisdom in it. But not today. Today she just wants back what she’s lost. (Oh this better, updated last sentence: Today she screams.)
Timelapse: https://bsky.app/profile/ballshapedman.bsky.social/post/3mq5v2fdv4k2n
As much as I like cybernetics and media with it, I don’t want it. I have a few irrational fears, this is one. The other is finding a toilet in a dream and using it.
Every other entry in this series has been at peace with or loved the trade-off. But I wouldn’t and when I saw the reference image I knew exactly what I was going to paint with it. Someone tortured with the choice.
I also love Fredrik Backman, Bear Town is one of my all time favorites. The way he gets me to feel emotions with his words is something else. So the blurb above is my attempt in his style.
Thoughts? Also is the rain convincing?
Great points, and no we don’t. I’m closer to that room now than ever, and I still don’t know.
Not even all the inhabitants do, often times.
My best to you and your lovely family.
And to you too!
Grazie.