***appointment

a vague, homeless rant in the suburbs of a foggy mind. Reminding me, running at me, screaming at me. I fell for it. No one else to blame except, maybe, you? The endangered analogue version of all robots, one I fought to protect and care for. I like it plastic; you know that. Appearing not-completely-human; those perfect proportions and eyes so out of reach that they take away the danger and fear of feelings themselves. Does it make sense now?

do you get it now? I don't mind either way...

la maladie ne m'appartient pas