Icarus's blog: "Just South of Blue."

Every now and then I listen to weepy chicks with pianos.

Usually when I can't sleep.

I don't think that's the worst thing I can be caught doing.












I still feel nothing.





I mean... even when I'm thinking fondly about someone... there's just nothing really there.


I'm told I'm supposed to have feelings associated to these images and memories in my head, mostly I just think "that'd be nice... wouldn't it?".





I think I get lost in those moments. Play-acting as someone else... and I just get trapped in that trick.

Like I'm watching someone else live my life.







I don't even get angry any more... I just run to this blank space in my head.

I'm not really there, I'm just what you were expecting.




















I don't think there's a treatment for pretending to be human.
And even if I responded

how can you be that sure
that I'm not just acting.


























I recall some faint warning from Orwell about Unpersons...
I don't feel all that concerned.