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i think once upon a time i used to really like really ambiguous, implied dynamics and inconclusive, open endings, but lately they bum me out hella fucking hard

i think that part of it depends on HOW ambiguous and implied it is--i know im not particularly astute in any sense of the word or ive trained too hard to tune out things that are implied too subtly to survive basic human interactions, but sometimes i think that some ppl are really leaning too hard on the essence of without including enough substance. but then again, ive never enjoyed lacroix and its ilk.

and anyways, i think that's whatever, i can live through that, it's the fucking nothing at the end that reallllly kills me. the slightly wiggly up and down and then we get to the end and maybe we'll get a payoff...?? BUT NO! it's the same wiggly nothingness there, too. what the helllll. maybe some people can really get off on that emotionally or whatever but for me it really just feels like... shit duuude. ESPECIALLY if that journey wasnt even that fun for me. like i was kinda trucking thru almost-good prose (its funny but now that i come to think about it, this person really managed to unify the nature of their prose and their preferred plot: theres parts where its almost good but it doesnt actually ever get there--the promise of-- and yet...?) and then ... nothing. like goddamn man LIFE is about teasing yourself and subsisting on hints and whiffs of goodness in the hope that one day itll stop fucking sucking, i really cant handle that shit in my stories too. the stories are where its supposed to come to something, yknow what i mean

idk maybe its just a symptom of the times or im feeling particularly melancholic as of late but goddamnnnnnn