Re: Billy K/Atticus M
I will shrink you down and put you in a jar for irony.
Yes, I fucking get that you aren't, like, separate entities. I do. I don't know what that feels like and I'm sorry that I can't get that part of it. But you do fucking exist, because I'm talking to you, and I've seen you, and eaten food that you cooked. Do you feel like you don't deserve to be happy because you're not real? Or like it's pointless because it could stop at anytime, or something? Because otherwise it sounds like you're saying there's literally nothing that could make you happier than miserable. Not even seeing people who give a shit about you.
I'm guessing you don't just mean that he's some ripped Scandinavian dude. Which, kinda disappointing.
I'm pretty sure the takeaway from that is like, internalized shame, not literal heaven. Idk about you but these things feel pretty metaphorical? Like, getting eaten alive in a zombie war feels a lot more like a preoccupation with oblivion and inevitability than actual zombie concerns. Wait, so do you know like, actual angels? [A beat.] Huh?