I keep poking at a short story based on a literal fever dream I had, where I woke up from the torment nexus and learned we were all reactionary war criminals being rehabilitated by being forced to live in the hell we’d fought to make, over and over again until we learned better. That whole line of thinking is real cognitohazard shit, though.
I keep poking at a short story based on a literal fever dream I had, where I woke up from the torment nexus and learned we were all reactionary war criminals being rehabilitated by being forced to live in the hell we’d fought to make, over and over again until we learned better. That whole line of thinking is real cognitohazard shit, though.
I would read that
Well, if I ever get it to where it’s both finished and I’m happy with it I intend to dump it on c/writing or c/literature.
Samsara-gulag