i was getting ready for shepherding on mount Ida, putting my long flaxen hair into a messy bun. as i looked at my wine-dark eyes in the mirror, my dad came in. “i sold you for prancing horses of the breed that carry the immortals” he said. “come meet your new master.” i went downstairs and there he was…loud-thundering zeus
no sentence fills me with utter loathing so much as “i asked chatgpt”
Me, externally: idk man, I just think that it’s not as reliable as most people say it is. If you’re using it creatively, you could probably do better work yourself, and I’d love to read it!
Me, internally: The ersatz imitation of human knowledge and connection consumes another.
i think one of the best parts about being a teenager in the early to mid 2010s was that cigarettes were definitely not cool anymore and vapes hadn’t popularized yet so my lungs made it out of my peak impressionable years relatively unscathed