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Thank you for the warm reception. However poorly I articulated it, I appreciated the offers of assistance.
I have a question, but I'm not sure if there's an answer. Regardless: what's the purpose of the graveyard? The carousel, the ticking, the deities--all of that makes sense (or as much sense as anything else), but why is there a place to bury people if no one stays dead here? Is it just a prop? It feels significant, although feelings can't be relied on.
This is a strange place--strange in its own way, stranger when I think about it. I'd call it all a dream if I wasn't convinced that I'm awake. Every time I think I'm close to making sense of something, it slips away.
That's not important. Thank you, again, for being so welcoming.
[Filtered to Neil and Todd // Hackable]
I've read all of the guides (most of them appear to be outdated) and as much as I could find about filters. It's unnecessary to use one, I suppose, since I can just talk to you, but some things are more comfortably put in writing.
First and most importantly, thank you. I don't fully understand why you trust me enough to let me into your apartment when you know about what I've done and you realize that I'm not the same person you knew. Whether I should blame kindness or poor judgment, thank you.
Second--and I don't know if I should tell either of you this, but something wholly inexplicable tells me that I can trust you--I've been having odd experiences. Do you know what it's like to try to remember a dream you've just woken up from? It's like that, and sometimes I think I'm on the verge of something... and then it gets away. Is this a normal phenomenon here?
Third, I'd like to repeat what I typed first. I haven't done anything to earn trust, kindness, or friendship--not that I remember. I hope that you're both usually more cautious.
I have a question, but I'm not sure if there's an answer. Regardless: what's the purpose of the graveyard? The carousel, the ticking, the deities--all of that makes sense (or as much sense as anything else), but why is there a place to bury people if no one stays dead here? Is it just a prop? It feels significant, although feelings can't be relied on.
This is a strange place--strange in its own way, stranger when I think about it. I'd call it all a dream if I wasn't convinced that I'm awake. Every time I think I'm close to making sense of something, it slips away.
That's not important. Thank you, again, for being so welcoming.
[Filtered to Neil and Todd // Hackable]
I've read all of the guides (most of them appear to be outdated) and as much as I could find about filters. It's unnecessary to use one, I suppose, since I can just talk to you, but some things are more comfortably put in writing.
First and most importantly, thank you. I don't fully understand why you trust me enough to let me into your apartment when you know about what I've done and you realize that I'm not the same person you knew. Whether I should blame kindness or poor judgment, thank you.
Second--and I don't know if I should tell either of you this, but something wholly inexplicable tells me that I can trust you--I've been having odd experiences. Do you know what it's like to try to remember a dream you've just woken up from? It's like that, and sometimes I think I'm on the verge of something... and then it gets away. Is this a normal phenomenon here?
Third, I'd like to repeat what I typed first. I haven't done anything to earn trust, kindness, or friendship--not that I remember. I hope that you're both usually more cautious.
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[Filtered]
I haven't heard anyone else saying the same, so not a curse. What is it that's made you feel that way? Like remembering a dream, I mean.
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It's hard to articulate because it's all impressions and feelings--nothing concrete, nothing I can pin down or look into. The graveyard, for example... I was in the garden and I found my way there, and I felt for a moment that I knew there was a graveyard. It was a nice place--quiet--but something about it made me uneasy. It's like there's information just out of reach, and I know it's there, but I can't access it... as if it's a dream I had the night before.
Does that make sense?
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Do you think you might be remembering things, from when you were here before?
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I wouldn't know. I could--subconsciously--be trying to cope with the sudden appearance of an unfamiliar world by projecting feelings of familiarity onto it.
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That sounds... possible.
I wouldn't worry too much about it. Neither the graveyard nor the feelings, unless they get worse.
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I won't. It's not as if there aren't other things to worry about here.