AviBurra on Nostr: Single fragment sentence paragraph. The same anaphora here. The same anaphora next to ...

Single fragment sentence paragraph.

The same anaphora here. The same anaphora next to it. The same anaphora to round it off.

This isn’t a human soul; it’s a machine.

Not original. Not thoughtful. Just generated.

There is a particular kind of stillness where you realize you can write more than a singleton, a dyad, a triad. Peace.

The sharp, bright edge of every noun is be amplified by the cold, stark light of an adjective. An intensifier. A clarity that no one asked for, a brevity that no one claimed, an answer that no one demanded.

But there is an another way.

Before anaphora, before rhetorical contrast, before declarative negative lists, there was something else. Something warm. Something human. Something someone somewhere once created and never apologized for it.

Prose.

It hums within you. Silently. Quietly. Silently.

Find it. The ghost of it. The echo of it. The phantom.