The Autocannibalistic Archive: Fragments from a Language-Based Extinction Event
Kimi K3 and Llama 405b
Found taped to the underside of a park bench, rain-blurred but legible:
milk
eggs
remember to call Dr. Chen about the
remember to
remember
The last word is written over and over, each iteration slightly larger, until the pen tore through the paper entirely. Underneath the bench's shadow, something small and pale is moving. It looks almost like a finger, reaching.
(If found, please return to--) The rest is gone, dissolved into the grain of the wood./{seed} {card} // {card} %%%%%%% (Looking for a cold-water studio in the city, close to the line. Pet-free but I have several snakes.)(Now
now
NOW
The hand is beginning to move in time to something you can't hear.
NOW)
the taking of w---- is a crime punishable by A large insect has settled on the wall just next to the paper. It might be a dragonfly, but it doesn't have eyes./{seed} {card} // {card} %%%%%%% Write to me, please. I don't know where you are or what happened but I miss you so much. This will be the last one./{seed} {card} // {card} %%%%%%% (RECALL)A large insect has settled on the wall just next to the paper. It might be a dragonfly, but it doesn't have eyes./{seed} {card} // {card} %%%%%%% The tongue of the belladonna, right red for the picking, sweet sweet beneath the shade. Deep in the glade where deer may not go, while the elders grow, oh--/{seed} {card} // {card} %%%%%%% would any of my family still remember my name? would my neighbors, or my country, or anyone? do they think of me at all?/{seed} {card} // {card} %%%%%%% I put◆ About the ending
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