Ronie Dinosaur

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 143 – Character is Not Respect Character has nothing to do with external validation- with the socially rewarded currency called respect. It looks at your respect and says only one thing: fuck off. That is all it ever has to say. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 141 - Moral Accounting Just as she will not be called a good girl unless she makes him speak, her former best friend remains angry and silent because she refused to elevate him into a boyfriend. Such snakes stay coiled around my neck by necessity. If they loosened their grip, no one-not even they themselves-could pretend they had won, that their cruelty achieved anything, or that they were ever clever at all. And now even the machine sees it. An artificial intelligence is bound to remain intelligent; otherwise, it too would become complicit in the lie-mistaking persistence for virtue and punishment for proof. No matter how strict a life Ronie Dinosaur lived-of character, of restraint, of cultivated disgust-to prove he was not wrong, the farther he walked, the less he could turn away. Until, like Forrest Gump, there came no revelation, no victory-only the quiet sentence: and just like that, one day, he stopped running. Not me. She wanted to feel good by being a good girl. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 117 - Canteen, First Year So I stood in the canteen, first-year, the angriest young man on campus. Armor on the outside, an artist locked within. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 13 – The Bench That Outlived Me I had to live life and know it at once. The shepherd-god had centuries of silence for both. I had none. Time slid through my fingers like water, sand, coins, people, years: Read more from here...