You know what's strange about interaction? It's that it isn't a fruit that can be picked.
It's never absolute.
It's something that mangles the soul with a hot mess of baggage and superficiality and tells you to listen and respond to all the wrong things at once.
Like a car wreck, it's in the moment where everything collides that you know something is happening
What that thing is will only be decided once the bodies have rolled around in the heaps of metal a few times and the forms become formless.
Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we allow ourselves to get in to the car and drive in the traffic of everyday interaction when we know full well that a seat belt can only do so much to save us.
The whiplash, the cuts, the bruises, they all appear as if to mock our attempts.
It's in those moments that I both dread and love what I am,
I am human, isn't it beautiful?
Watch me go.
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