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solspeakI'm delaying on my other post to write down a poem I saw on the dorm bulletin.
Finally, Some Concrete Career Advice
Don't be an actor. God observes you
violent in a scene and, thinking it is real, mistakenly
adds you to Hell. This happens all the time.
It's like when I traveled
across eight states in shattering
pain to curl beside L as she left this Earth, only to later
have a dream I'd instead stayed home
eating fruit cups and sewing a patch on my jeans.
I didn't know a dream
could undo a true event, uncement it,
but it did—from then on, I hadn't gone, and how
do I live with myself now, I ask each day—
There was no author mentioned. (But internet researcher rionleanheart found it to be Natalie Shapero.)
It sounds like a story about thinking a dream could overwrite a real event. An odd happening where it's possible to feel guilty over something that didn't happen that you didn't do, that you did the opposite of. How strange. It makes me think of moral OCD or other forms of religious horror.
Finally, Some Concrete Career Advice
Don't be an actor. God observes you
violent in a scene and, thinking it is real, mistakenly
adds you to Hell. This happens all the time.
It's like when I traveled
across eight states in shattering
pain to curl beside L as she left this Earth, only to later
have a dream I'd instead stayed home
eating fruit cups and sewing a patch on my jeans.
I didn't know a dream
could undo a true event, uncement it,
but it did—from then on, I hadn't gone, and how
do I live with myself now, I ask each day—
There was no author mentioned. (But internet researcher rionleanheart found it to be Natalie Shapero.)
It sounds like a story about thinking a dream could overwrite a real event. An odd happening where it's possible to feel guilty over something that didn't happen that you didn't do, that you did the opposite of. How strange. It makes me think of moral OCD or other forms of religious horror.