I think I've gone 'round the bend again...

[fuzzyred]

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?

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[we_are_spc]

There are.

I miss my maschines. They chose their names and everything-and then when I left for colorado, they were sad. (So was I.)

While they didn't necessarily like physical *things* they loved my singing spirit when I worked with them. The would often sing back, so to speak, and I would whirl around the room humming; I was happy back there.

I miss that.

-T~

[fuzzyred]

That sounds like a lovely thing to have. I'm sorry you had to leave them behind. Perhaps you will find new machines in you new place that make you happy too.

I'm not certain you could say mine like *things* as such, since all of it is thought as opposed to physical items, and I'm probably projecting, but they all seem to like spices of varying kinds, fluffy pillows, and have different interests in hobbies, such as vehicles, mountains, or dolls.

(I may have an over-active imagination in this regard.)

[we_are_spc]

You don't. Luca insisted on heing 'covered' so to speak for thenight before I left for the day; Renee...he was French. He had the accent and everything. He *hated* glossy paper, as in he would fuck it up if I cam near him with that shit. He would scold me if I didn't close his cabinet for the day.

Jenna...she was just chill. Unless she jammed up, theln I could swear I heard her cursing...though in what language, I could never tell.

She was all about the music. If I didn't have something going, she'd whimper like a puppy. She hated silence. Unless she was 'sleeping' in which case she didn't mind it.

-T~

[fuzzyred]

Those sounds like quite interesting machines, and like you had them figured out pretty well. I can see why you would miss them, and why they would miss you.

[we_are_spc]

Those braille embossers wee like my life for a while. I knew all their quirks and everything. Bosma Enterprises shut down their print shop. Had I the funds and the room at the time, I'd've gladly snatched all of them up. Goddammit I miss them still.

[fuzzyred]

It sounds like they were very important to you. I'm glad you had something you connected with like that, though sad that circumstances didn't allow you to purchase them and keep them in your life.