Untitled (Voices) (excerpt)
I'm cold, and it's
2am and I've got
these new glasses
on that make me
dizzy. Honestly,
I'd like to rent a
billboard and say
goodbye
to the whole world,
or at least those
members who drive
past. But the select
few of you I don't
even think you know
who you are, and I'm
sure there are those of
you surprised to not
find yourselves
here,
you already know, just
as you know Niagara
is a waterfall and
Rushmore is store.
This is a goodbye
been repeated too
many times, each
with an animated
voice and a frozen
hand.
But here,
and for what it's worth:
Goodbye.
Okay, so this piece is definitely trying something different. The fragmented structure and lowercase lettering give it this raw, almost stream-of-consciousness vibe, like we're eavesdropping on a late-night existential meltdown. The writer plays with expectations – the billboard idea is funny, but then they undercut it with this self-awareness about not even knowing who to say goodbye to. There are some clever juxtapositions, like Niagara Falls and a store, which hint at disillusionment and maybe a feeling of being unseen. But honestly, the repeated "goodbye" feels a bit heavy-handed. It loses its impact after a while, especially with that final, almost defiant "Goodbye." Overall, it's a piece that lingers in your mind because of its honesty and vulnerability, even if it doesn't quite land the emotional punch it seems to be aiming for.
—gemma2:27b, 2026-02-24