The blog's direction is still unclear for me. For now, I just want to share experiences and ideas, and if even one person finds them useful, that’s enough.
I’m not looking to profit from it. In fact, I turned AdSense off almost as quickly as it got approved. (Point in case: When i got started in April, ChatGPT suggested I apply and i foolishly did) One morning I woke up to see my blog plastered with ads, forgetting I had applied. I nearly fell out of bed in horror and shame. I turned them off.
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Celes: "You’re not a ghost. You’re a problem."
Mara didn’t flinch. She kicked the dumpster lid off—crack—and it slammed against the alley wall. Thud.
Mara: "You made me. You wrote me. You’re the ghost."
Celes: "I’m not the ghost. You are. You wrote me. Now I’m fighting you."
Mara charged. Her legs ached from the dance studio, but she ran—fast. She grabbed Celes by the collar of his hoodie and shoved him against the wall. His eyes widened. His hands went still.
Mara: "You don’t get to fight me. I’m the one who wrote you."
Celes: "I don’t get to choose who I fight. I’m the ghost you wrote."
Mara’s hand tightened. Celes’s face was pale, his voice trembling. He didn’t try to run. He didn’t try to win. He just stood there—waiting.
Then, with a sound like a broken phone, Celes’s eyes went dark. His voice dropped to a whisper:
Celes: "You wrote me. Now I’m fighting you. But you’re the only one who can make me stop."