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[where_the_hearth_is]

I am over one hundred years old, imperial absolute. I have missed people before, been made briefly sad by my Mistresses's absences. But I have never mourned before.

I am stuck in feedback loops. Statistically, she will probably return in a tiny fraction of the time that typically passed between my Mistress's visits. But she may not. I cannot seem to resolve any of my routines considering the matter, and given how many of them are occupied with precisely that - I find my functions somewhat strained.

Is this how grief feels for everyone? How do you handle it?

Comments

[voice]

[where_the_hearth_is]

I assume you mean this metaphorically.

But.

Yes.

[voice]

[madeinoblivion]

How come everybody always thinks I mean it metaphorically?

[voice]

[where_the_hearth_is]

Because I don't have a literal heart? And it wouldn't be apparent from my grief even if I did.

Re: [voice]

[madeinoblivion]

If you can feel sadness, then you've got a heart.

[voice]

[where_the_hearth_is]

The heart is a pulmonary organ. Its longstanding use as the vehicle for the metaphorical tenor of emotive capacity is frequently subconscious but still technically figurative.

[voice]

[madeinoblivion]

Except it's not. The heart you feel with is as real as anything else.

[voice]

[where_the_hearth_is]

I don't think you understand what 'literal' means.

Re: [voice]

[madeinoblivion]

Its means you mean what you say.

[voice]

[where_the_hearth_is]

On the contrary. One can mean something both figuratively and quite sincerely.

[voice]

[madeinoblivion]

A heart's something you can lose.