Mortality

Maxie has a dark fantasy.

Chronicle of a date’s death foretold.

Remembering pressures I felt to be someone other than myself.

I look much younger than I am.

The five remembrances.

I asked ChatGPT to write a snippet about how shitty Mistral is at this task, and this is what it came up with for this post. Ugh. “It churned out a jumble of words that had no focus. I thought we were past this stage, but here we are. Guess I’ll just keep doing the writing myself.”

How dangerous am I?

Infinity as a protest against death.

Writing reminds me I’m alive. And, that I’m dying.

Why I write….