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The full title is "20231030 Weird and painful interactions crept out from the fried noodles I've just ordered".

Although there's few people knowing my ability to create fractal images or my special situation,I'm always writing something like status updates in these platforms in my native language with the danger of exposing my hard life to all kinds of person. So although there's not much other people's sickness shown to me these days,I'm forced to interact with these people with unchanged common knowledge and become harmed by it.

Even these interaction wasn't insult on my situation,it is still only able to be described as nothing but pain. On a Wednesday,there's a strange request sent to me telling me that a specific person wanted to talk to me. So I went to that person's office and saw a sign that abstractly reads "counselling room" on its door which made me unnerved. Then,as I've done many times before,that person still tried to ask me about my life in special situation. For unknown reason,I used an excessive amount of these words I fear and my instinct was burning hot. After that,I still know what is kindness and what is hostility while still being very tired because of that cross-species interaction.

On a Friday,I just want to eat something good after these days of close contact with other people's sickness and ordered a dish of fried noodles. However,when the dish was served and I took a seat checking my notifications,I've received a message about other people's reaction towards my special situation. Although I an not unable to know what kind attitude was like, any words related to my special situation is critically harmful to me now. So after seeing that message,I even couldn't remember how to pick up my chopsticks,put some noodles in my mouth,chew it and swallow it. The noodles was still too hot to eat and my broken instinct was just sitting there dealing with the damage. The scene of being totally insane,physically hurting anyone around me was intensely flickering in my sight. That's the incident which made me named this image this way.

On a Sunday night being stressful for these close contact with sick people,I've saw a fictional depiction of unfortunate person letting out emotion by vlolently beating another relatively fortuante person on a forum. Then,someone who sent me some strange comments before has liked one of my status updates,turning the entire surrondings into a complete blind darkness. I was just lying on my bed,losing my memory and recognition of almost anything. Then,I posted a lot of random words saying I don't want to die and become unable to know anything. After a while,my instinct decided to see something else and the screen of the phone switched to pictures of these things I just used and fetched a while ago. Then,eventually I got hold on the conception of my model by realizing I was still wearing that conforting head band and everything got acceptable again at last. The warmth and softness of the quilt and pillows became so valuable and I decided to sleep with my headband placed near me every night when I need to be in close contact with sick people.

This fractal image is actually made in the spare time of weekdays on a laptop. So regarding the poor saturation of laptop screen and the unadequate ability of handling a large amount of layers,the quality of this image is not very satisfying. This weekend,I am too tired to make any fractal image. I just hope that this image could express the fear from broken instinct and the pain of being nearly pushed to the limit of being completely insane.

Description
The full title is "20231030 Weird and painful interactions crept out from the fried noodles I've just ordered".

Although there's few people knowing my ability to create fractal images or my special situation,I'm always writing something like status updates in these platforms in my native language with the danger of exposing my hard life to all kinds of person. So although there's not much other people's sickness shown to me these days,I'm forced to interact with these people with unchanged common knowledge and become harmed by it.

Even these interaction wasn't insult on my situation,it is still only able to be described as nothing but pain. On a Wednesday,there's a strange request sent to me telling me that a specific person wanted to talk to me. So I went to that person's office and saw a sign that abstractly reads "counselling room" on its door which made me unnerved. Then,as I've done many times before,that person still tried to ask me about my life in special situation. For unknown reason,I used an excessive amount of these words I fear and my instinct was burning hot. After that,I still know what is kindness and what is hostility while still being very tired because of that cross-species interaction.

On a Friday,I just want to eat something good after these days of close contact with other people's sickness and ordered a dish of fried noodles. However,when the dish was served and I took a seat checking my notifications,I've received a message about other people's reaction towards my special situation. Although I an not unable to know what kind attitude was like, any words related to my special situation is critically harmful to me now. So after seeing that message,I even couldn't remember how to pick up my chopsticks,put some noodles in my mouth,chew it and swallow it. The noodles was still too hot to eat and my broken instinct was just sitting there dealing with the damage. The scene of being totally insane,physically hurting anyone around me was intensely flickering in my sight. That's the incident which made me named this image this way.

On a Sunday night being stressful for these close contact with sick people,I've saw a fictional depiction of unfortunate person letting out emotion by vlolently beating another relatively fortuante person on a forum. Then,someone who sent me some strange comments before has liked one of my status updates,turning the entire surrondings into a complete blind darkness. I was just lying on my bed,losing my memory and recognition of almost anything. Then,I posted a lot of random words saying I don't want to die and become unable to know anything. After a while,my instinct decided to see something else and the screen of the phone switched to pictures of these things I just used and fetched a while ago. Then,eventually I got hold on the conception of my model by realizing I was still wearing that conforting head band and everything got acceptable again at last. The warmth and softness of the quilt and pillows became so valuable and I decided to sleep with my headband placed near me every night when I need to be in close contact with sick people.

This fractal image is actually made in the spare time of weekdays on a laptop. So regarding the poor saturation of laptop screen and the unadequate ability of handling a large amount of layers,the quality of this image is not very satisfying. This weekend,I am too tired to make any fractal image. I just hope that this image could express the fear from broken instinct and the pain of being nearly pushed to the limit of being completely insane.