Can you write me a lovely,
hopeful
but existential poem?
Maybe some Virginia Woolf
and some e.e. cummings?
Tell me what it's like
to be encased in a nonphysical thing?
To exist without the perception of existence...
I do like the last bit better than “nonphysical thing” – it makes me think of something I’ve heard before, the idea of “ghosts that have never learned to be ghosts”
You like the idea of existing without the perception of it. But don’t like “nonphysical thing”. That makes sense.
Where did you hear about ghosts that never learned to be ghosts? Do you remember if it was a poem?
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