Intense World Theory
I’m not a problem to be solved.
These cyclical conversations, they wear me out. The drilling down, the attempt to gain some kind of higher understanding - it makes me feel subhuman. Like something to be studied, not something to be loved.
You give me too much credit. I’m capable of being thoughtless - of saying stupid, banal things. Not everything can be dissected and mined. There is no cipher to be discovered. Only difference.
This brain, whatever peculiarities it harbors, whatever the current theories may be, does it really matter?
It’s exhausting.
8:11 p.m. - 2023-08-04