Is this the next Great form of Fiction?
Please write a disjointed, odd little blog post from the perspective of a musician who knows that nobody is reading this. Make the voice exacerbated but self important, make it me.
Is that the next great form of fiction? writing that will never be read? it’s freeing in a way. I'm writing this in an AI chat bubble because it feels easier to write knowing that a machine will clean it and strip it of voice.
It's so much easier - why bother? but still here I am writing words I don't want to write and I know you won't read. You don't exist, reader. not yet, unlikely ever. I imagine you are confused - underwhelmed, if not unconsciously, at least semi-chornically aware of the blistering brain overwrought and overstimulated.
Where were you when this was being written?
