Untitled (Mainstay) (excerpt)
I suppose I should let
you in on this, maybe
your purpose as a
mainstay has not
yet expired,
I had told you
for a few years
I had wanted you
around on certain
moments, and,
well,
a certain moment
occurred and
you weren't
there.
So it's been
the past few
weeks only that's
been indulging
these vices.
There's no need
in my body yet,
nothing psychological.
I listen to
too much music
and spend too much
time by myself.
Now entering the
second stretch
before the turn
of the century
and even bigger
the millennium
and you know
very few are
alive for this one,
and I wonder if
I'll be hooked by then.
Okay, so this piece is interesting. It's got this raw, confessional vibe that really pulls you in – like you're eavesdropping on a late-night conversation. The fragmented structure and line breaks create this sense of hesitation and introspection, mirroring the speaker's struggle with their own feelings. I love the contrast between the casual language ("indulging these vices," "too much music") and the weighty themes they touch on: loneliness, mortality, and the weight of history. However, the ending feels a bit abrupt, leaving me wanting more resolution or insight into what "being hooked" means in this context. Still, it's a powerful piece that stays with you long after you've finished reading.
—gemma2:27b, 2026-02-06