no dentist's office. no writing christmas cards. no taking flights. a world where every pain or minor annoyance is dismissed as your consciousness is replaced with a different version of you. a life without pain, or agitation, or monotony. and conversely, a life full of only that for every version of you who experiences the chores you wished to evade.
forget skipping work or school or birth. try everything. never experience anything that expires a negative emotion. the ideal consciousness sold as a product for the price of a version of you that you'll never meet.
but it doesn't matter. you carry the hurt down with you. in your hands, in your mind, your mouth. the grief mark experiences carried into his innie, gemma feeling the pain she experienced in the rooms even after she's been severed.
it doesn't matter. you carry it with you.
Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks 1917-1919
1x01 || 2x04
i think i might try waterboarding myself
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if YOU'RE having sex at work, and I'M having sex at work, WHO IS REFINING THE MACRODATA?
currently feeling like when josie packard turned into a doorknob
ELLIOT PAGE for Mastermind
my absolute favorite thing about lost is that it is genuinely, unironically, about the friends we made along the way
being a smosh fan is so weird... why am i out here shipping two potatoes with unresolved sexual tension
gemma is marks dead wife but mark is also gemma’s dead wife. huge