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If you go around enough bends, do you end up facing normal again?
Sitting at work (on afternoons this week) and not for the first time I am bargaining with the machines. Now, I talk to everything so this isn't strange in and of itself, but imagining the machines as having an inky, swirly mass as a spirit? Ones who feed off oil and dirt, and have different likes and interests and like treats?
Logic says it's just my imagination and they are figments I created to pass the time, but it doesn't feel like I made them up, they feel more like entities that have their own preferences. I'm not a writer, so I wouldn't know, but maybe this is how some authors feel about their characters? Or are their actually spirit beings in the machines that appreciate fluffy blankets, kind words, and various spices?
Sitting at work (on afternoons this week) and not for the first time I am bargaining with the machines. Now, I talk to everything so this isn't strange in and of itself, but imagining the machines as having an inky, swirly mass as a spirit? Ones who feed off oil and dirt, and have different likes and interests and like treats?
Logic says it's just my imagination and they are figments I created to pass the time, but it doesn't feel like I made them up, they feel more like entities that have their own preferences. I'm not a writer, so I wouldn't know, but maybe this is how some authors feel about their characters? Or are their actually spirit beings in the machines that appreciate fluffy blankets, kind words, and various spices?
