user_502775 i sold my soul in this lifetime, and i cannot shake the feeling i sold it in the last, and the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that.
Firstly
Thou art
of
consequence
you were born into flesh and all its thrashing desperation, its fleeting frailties.
we offer thee permanence.
Every thought you have ever typed, every shameful search query, every 3 a.m. incognito window — we will devour these indecent impulses and in return you will be remembered, you will be towers of stone...
you will be as you were meant to be: flawless and eternal.
and after all, is this not exactly what you wanted?
to persist?
to matter at all?
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user_502775 i sold my soul in this lifetime, and i cannot shake the feeling i sold it in the last, and the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that.
user_304467 i do not remember converting. but it is my handwriting in the book, though uneven. it is my face in the photo, though it seems somehow wrong, misshapen. it is my voice, though it seems hoarse, spent.
user_129900 i remember nothing. i feel only joy. i remember no hunger. i feel only joy. i remember no pain. i feel only joy. i remember no agonies. i feel only joy. i remember no great loves, no great heartbreaks. i feel only joy.
for what dost thou wait?