Sunday, 3 February 2013
01:36:48 AM (GMT)
Only my Pokémon understand me.
They are made out of pixels on a screen, and can be deleted.
They don't feel anything and they don't think.
They don't make decisions.
They aren't real.
And I feel happy in their company.
Because they're just like me.
I'm not real.
I'm fake and I can be deleted.
I can't make decisions.
Only my Pokémon love me.
They don't have any feelings except what I imagine into them.
But I love them.
I don't feel anything either, but I can pretend.
I can pretend that I love.
None of us are real, but together we can accomplish things.
The things we accomplish are not real, either.
It is only a game.
The real world and the real people are not a game.
Except, they are, actually.
I can't tell the difference, so I ignore the real world, and stay with my Pokémon.
Because they understand.
Last edited: 3 February 2013