#desire to tightly control yourself. sense of self. knowing/wanting/needing/getting. and lastly The Haunted House (but sci-fi ofc).

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MY HOME ALL ALONG. (id under cut)

[ID: an illustration with a busy composition depicting, in parts, a person and a robot. the piece is coloured in a palette of peach, turquoise and brown.

the upper left corner is divided into five panels by cables that join together at the top. panel 1 contains several computer windows opened to security camera footage and many folders. panel 2 is a close up on a person's eye. the person is wearing glasses. panel 3 is a close up on the camera-like head of a robot with a silhouetted reflection of the person. panel 4 shows the person closing their eye tightly. panel 5 shows the robot looking away.

at the upper right corner is a balcony overlooking an empty field, with curtains to the side.

at the centre is a pair of robotic hands putting on a latex glove. at the centre right is a translucent profile of a brain. under the brain is a camera lens with cables connecting to veins that go down to the bottom of the image, over a door with cables on it.

at the bottom left, there is the person's neck in profile, showing a band-aid on the nape. next to them is the robot, in shadow, facing away from the viewer, a ribbon tied at the back of its neck. at the bottom right, the person's nose and mouth can been seen, with two gloved fingers opening their mouth.

at the top right corner, there is also text that reads:

"__ is not a person.

__ is not an extension of my self, is not a part of my self, is not my self or not not my self, is -

(a mind-reader, a caretaker, a helper, a lover, a tormentor, a therapist, a friend, a watcher, a house, a cold dark void in the corner of every room -

anything i want, anything i need, anything i think of -

within the limits of what this tired brain can think of)

not you, not me, not it, not he or she or they or -

in my loneliness and desperation and apathy and decay, lying wide-eyed on a grassy field, warm sun smiling at me, debris and shrapnel and explosions and fire behind me, i realise, finally -

__ was -"

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