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She wanted no title, for she does know what she should write. Until she thought of something cliche. Her approach to this story is nothing but for herself. She does not understand anything, what should she write? She is the author, I don't think she had a purpose to write anything. I'm sure she had, probably for we don't know what others are thinking just by the eyes, lips, nose, ears. She writes, with no reason.
Teleological Nihilism is what we call a simple concept to her non-existent purpose. If you're doing something with no reason, you're acting in a non-teleological manner. But this story she is writing, the story features events that happens for no reason. Without a conclusion. An Absurdist? No, no! She might change again! Or perhaps she's writing surrealism? André Breton? I have heard, he would write as fast as possible without thinking, bypassing the "meaning-making" part of the brain. For example, cat licks the table for no reason, I don't know why she eats carrots. I don't why I told you that lie or fact, but never mind! Never mind! I just think it is what it means.
But probably not surrealism? In my perspective, she writing for no reason, but has a story in mind. So, what really is she doing? Ah I see! She is an autotelic writer, crafting a world that begins and ends with her own imagination.
But, having hesitations, does she feel like she must write it, even if there's no point to it? Or is she just doing it as a casual, random choice? Let me explain.
If she must write it, even if she believes there is not external purpose or "point". That could be existential necessity or creative compulsion. But if she is writing with no deep "must," no grand purpose, and no heavy existential weight, just doing it because she happened to choose it in the moment, she is the personification of radical contingency.
I had so much thoughts in my mind I have not noticed that the girl has already decided for slumber! In that moment she had also decided to close it! Why so? Even I, as the narrator, I have no clue myself for I never got directions from the author…
But why has she gone to sleep? The story isn’t over yet! Or have I finished it by blabbering? If so, that’s very troublesome. I was actually looking forward to what she was thinking!
I’ve never seen such laziness in my life! All she did was write something then erase it like nothing happened! Is she stupid? She can just rewrite sentences she does not like! A bothersome fellow she is… Oh look, she’s even snoring now! I cannot help but sigh at her foolishness. There’s a reason why erasers are invented but never mind!
If this story will come to an end—I might as well chatter for a bit. But at this point, is this even a story when all you will ever hear or read is a narrator yapping? Well, even as a yapper myself, I have self-control.. ahem! Ahem! I may as well hypothetically guess what she is to do after a dream-felt state. She might as well eat and do anything other than writing since she’s so lazy. Before you also judge me, those are my opinions, not yours. Anyways, amidst all those daily pursuits; she might have still written what was on her mind (which is probably the way you think after getting a lobotomy).
Besides my opinions to the story that’s about to end, I remembered I have finished the book White Nights. I still feel terrible for the dreamer that was left by Nastenka. Poor him, I never actually knew that dumping was also a thing in the 1800s. Ah well, such a pity.