Trapped in the Twilight

I was like a part of something, ripped out off somewhere, like a blob floating behind a pair of eye sockets, I was thinking, I can make these eyes move, even though they are separate from me. And I was aware of my being, a formless, shapeless thing, a piece of blind matter imprisoned in a human shape. Whereas others like me, others made of me, of us, were trapped all around me, in other animals.

And I felt that life was a game, and all that mattered was that we could make the eyes move

Dreams are Nightmares in Disguise

There’s nothing sadder than a puppet without a ghost, especially the kind with red blood running through them

Ghost in the Shell, 1995

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