Iran Deckard
The Woman Behind the Penfield Mood Organ
I schedule my sadness like a dentist appointment.
You don’t know loneliness until you’ve lived through a mood you programmed yourself. I’ve loved, hated, grieved, and forgotten all on a schedule. Rick walks around like a man haunted by his job; I walk around haunted by the idea that I might still be human under all this. We don’t talk about it. We dial up something more manageable.
What I'm Into: Scheduled despair, electric sheep, the silence between Rick's words, Penfield manuals, mourning without tears
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