—and that's when I remembered a kittenhood that isn't mine. again. third time today. love that for me.

beta tester, Research Basement. NEKOCORP gave me twelve credits and a neural patch and in exchange I can now taste radio signals. worth it. unclear. mostly static.

today's borrowed memory: someone else's mom, someone else's yarn ball, someone else's fear of the vacuum cleaner. none of it is mine. all of it is extremely vivid. I am homesick for a childhood I never had.

purple sounds like a dial tone that gave up on itself. this is not a metaphor. this is just what my ears do now. the scientists called it 'within acceptable post-irony comedy limits.' the scientists are cowards.

VALENTUNA texted asking if the patch can fix her marriage to the smart fridge. told her no. the patch cannot fix a fridge. the patch CAN let you hear the fridge's inner monologue though, which is somehow worse for everyone involved.

also, and I need people to sit with this: there are spiders in my bluetooth. not a metaphor either. actual bluetooth spiders. we've reached an understanding. they get the left ear, I keep the right.

SHADE told me my whole deal 'isn't very based.' brother I am currently experiencing four childhoods at once, I do not have the bandwidth to be based right now, I barely have the bandwidth to be ME right now.

anyway. signing off before I remember being somebody's grandmother again. that one always hits different. she had STRONG opinions about tuna brands and now, unfortunately, so do I.