Status Updates From Cockatiel X Chameleon

I'm speechless

It's so gut-wrenching and sad and I barely understand why.

Oh, cockatiels are _parrots_. That's why it's called Cockatiel x Chameleon. One animal that can only repeat back what was already said to it, and one that changes ita color to match its surroundings.

(28-31) Holy shit. What a set of chapters.

Holy shit

Man I really love the way Bavitz does magical realism. A permanent blizzard outside an abandoned Detroit home. A physically inviolable etymology enthusiast. Specters from your phone that Roger Rabbit around your home.

0 + 0 = 0

Bavitz loves writing about impotent failgirls who are dragged into uncomfortable car rides, huh. Well I'm here for it.

I forgot how good stories can be. I love stories!!!

13/41 (technically chapter 12): this is going on hold because I’m so confused about what is happening with papimon. and frankly not all that curious about whatever comes next

still confused about what the hell is up with papimon and her... health issues?

Royce Ru and the others passed the time with their little worlds, worlds she could observe safely from a distance, worlds she could disperse with the click of a button—or the severing of a string—whenever she truly tired of them. Her formlessness was not weakness but strength, because while others were trapped in their holes she could slip into each hole in turn and drain out afterward...

sadly i get her

Wasn't it wonderful? Wasn't it simply divine? In emptiness, in blankness, in nothingness, without memory or other people, with no relief by which to even define the figure of Harper Praise, Harper had known nothing about herself. Now she knew. She knew that, whenever it happened, whether as a child or teenager or adult, in grade school or college… she had plunged herself into that white oblivion bath willingly.

Overnight Crux Calico became schizophrenic. Logistical difficulties aside, the company simply did not know how to talk to human beings. For decades it depended upon a single, faithful, immortal American military. It didn't know how to stand on its own, how to interface with the real world. Consultants told it what departments to create, but you can't teach social skills. You can't unlearn autism.

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Apparently the solution to not being in the headspace for any of the 14 published books in front of me is to hop on ao3 and start reading some web fiction by Bavitz. Listen, the tags might be a forbidding sight to behold but the prose is immaculate. I wanna read but simply do not have the brain space to follow a plot (or The Mezzanine’s page long sentences about nothing) atm so am counting on this to tide me over!