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Off the deep end? Real Love, Fake Self
14 years ago
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I dreamt I fell sincerely in love with a cardboard cutout.
I don't even recall what it was of, but I'm pretty sure it was of a fictional character.
Then I woke up, and realized how depressing my dream really was.
It sounds really weird, but it's not totally unexpected when I mull it over. I know this feeling well now, the disappointment of feeling connected emotionally with, or even attracted towards fictional beings that do not and can not exist. (Y'all are furries, you probably know this feeling)
It's why I love much of the art I do, why I create most of what I do, constructing fantasies to immerse myself in, to distract myself from the obvious reality outside of my imagination, that tiny bastion of insanity of mine.
Maybe that's why I love cyberpunk and trans-humanist fiction? The promise of the unattainable, through technology, here, soon.
It's 2011 already though, where's my full-immersion VR? Where's my robot avatar? Gr.
I don't even recall what it was of, but I'm pretty sure it was of a fictional character.
Then I woke up, and realized how depressing my dream really was.
It sounds really weird, but it's not totally unexpected when I mull it over. I know this feeling well now, the disappointment of feeling connected emotionally with, or even attracted towards fictional beings that do not and can not exist. (Y'all are furries, you probably know this feeling)
It's why I love much of the art I do, why I create most of what I do, constructing fantasies to immerse myself in, to distract myself from the obvious reality outside of my imagination, that tiny bastion of insanity of mine.
Maybe that's why I love cyberpunk and trans-humanist fiction? The promise of the unattainable, through technology, here, soon.
It's 2011 already though, where's my full-immersion VR? Where's my robot avatar? Gr.
