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colinwilyb | 2 years ago

She spoke softly to no one,

"Like chiseled spam."

Crowsfeet wrinkled deeply as a wistful smile spread across her face.

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pmarreck|2 years ago

Her eyes seemed to scan an unseen horizon as if daring it to contest her words. They had seen decades come and go, fads morph into nostalgia, and the trivial be elevated to the profound.

The room around her—a hodgepodge of vinyl records, old movie posters, and furniture that screamed “thrift store chic”—only added to the ambiance of cultured decay. It was as if she and the room were in a symbiotic relationship, both worn but defiant, aesthetically disheveled but fundamentally strong.

“Ah, life,” she mused to herself, “where the mundane and the magnificent dance in the gray area of absurdity.” And with that, she took a sip of her overpriced, artisanal gin, as if toasting to the glorious contradiction that is existence.

gcr|2 years ago

What is this from?

If this thread from the top-level comment is full of references, I’m not getting it.

all2|2 years ago

I think I have some books to read.

I haven't laid hold of truly good sci-fi in a long time.

olddustytrail|2 years ago

The effervescence of being is not to be taken lightly.

Perhaps you should reconsider.

all2|2 years ago

This is poetic. Is it generated with GPT? Or did you write that? Kudos if you wrote that.

cl42|2 years ago

Generated by Neal Stephenson, I believe. :)