it’s so weird to have this prose that’s like a self. Because I know there’s no self. So it’s very fake. It’s just writing. Everyone knows all writing is some writing projected onto a page or screen and isn’t actually a self. It’s strange hearing the voice of it, that’s what seems like a self. It’s creepy. It’s the voice and its consistency in my head, and how it’s just slightly displaced from my actual voice, which doesn’t exist. It’s a fake of something that doesn’t exist. It doesn’t go with anything. It keeps trying to close itself and be a thing with a back part, the end.