Coming back home, I positioned myself in front of my mirror. I didn’t even take my coat off, I just took out my phone, held it up, and opened my mouth. I wasn’t going to let it use me – I wanted it on camera. I needed something to prove I wasn’t delusional. I tried to coax it. To ask it questions in my head. I tried to make it come forward, but nothing seemed to work.
I must’ve stood there for a good half hour until my jaw started hurting. Not a single peep or noise. It was just me staring at my own teeth in silence.
