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>I, personally, wish to hear more about this blog of yours, as I fail to see the through line between the "ENDLESS GUIDE 2 LOVE" and stolen necrotech.
[DEZ] Oh, WELL… you know. That little thing.
Pleasure, all over the painted face, plain and easily expressed. We can see it through that perceptual mist an ossuary gives off, a vapor of consciousnesses.
[DEZ] Whatever, I’m kidding. I love it. I’m so proud of it. It’s my baby. I’m a performance documentarian/archivist/troubadour/content cultivator/yuri historian/fashion and lifestyle blogger — basically I collect and interpret and immortalize love stories.
As she picks through the crowd, it seems Dez has gotten the hang on interfacing over speaking to us aloud. More than that, she’s instinctively picked up on the easy cant of it, the deft shortcuts that make the ossuary-necrotech relay so fluid; each of those ‘slashes’ isn’t relayed aloud in some internal facsimile of her voice, but simply present and understood. It’s apparently exactly how Dez already communicates and thinks, when given the chance — swift and digital.
[DEZ] And I’ve always been veeeeery obsessed with the inherent eroticism — sorry, is it weird if I say this to you? Sorry. Sorry — the eroticism, and the romance, and the melancholy, of necrotechs and their ossuaries, right, like—
[DEZ] Like, imagine you’re a necrotech? You and the pack of bound souls who are tasked with maintaining your humanity? You and all the guys in your head who like, pull you back from the precipice of insanity again and again as you survive the eons, taking other techs’ bodies into yourself as they die, slowly whittling away your own flesh?
[DEZ] The ship of Theseus of it all! But, like! The ship, observed! And what does the observer bring to that emotional conflict? Right? Like conceptually. But also as a dynamic.. The ship known by someone who has watched every piece of it come and go and come again!
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