welcome to one of those really long uploads because it’s so big. So instead of going off and Making something else,
Michael slowly began typing words onto the tiny screen of his phone, curious as to the words that he would write, he was merely observing the actions in hopes the time it took to upload his latest hinto of dopamine fuel would bring him the ability to eat tomorrow or possibly take care of his aging family and disfunctional friends.
he scrolled up and found the progress at only 55%
he sighed and wondered why he felt the need to create these strange things like little bits of his own8nd begging anyone to notice his presence in a world that often overlooked him in favor of prettier, smarter and blander people. It seemed to him so many perfectly good moments of chaos went by unchallenged during his day.
He hoped he found someone to share his chops with in the coming days, and if not then he would continue to create.
Forever if he had to. Until someone stayed. Or until he finally perished from his own human frailty. He both hoped one or the other would arrive soon, He had found some purpose in his latest work but still felt that one missing element. Someone that loved him for simply being himself.
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