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i'm a simple storyteller lookin for a place to put my random thoughts. (and art, occasionally!)
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Podcast-[by suns and stars]
You’ll care only about the darkness and you’ll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you’re some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you’ll be afraid to look away, you’ll be afraid to sleep.
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
I bury myself in the woods, but find it necessary to emerge again, that I may not lose sight of the wisdom and virtue which exalts my nature. What a long time it requires to know ourselves; and yet almost every one has more of this knowledge than he is willing to own, even to himself.
vine was unique because it just showed people as they were. nobody wore makeup or put themselves in the ring lighting to make a six second video. people on tv don't look real, popular people on the internet barely look real, but people on vine were real, that's why it hits different. maybe im reading too much into this
Really specific trope I like: Amnesia where someone with a lot of stress and angst becomes a much kinder person now that all the mental pain is gone, with bonus points if they have a rival who they get to start a new and fresh relationship with since they don’t remember all the years of animosity between them
The World of the Shining Prince: Court Life in Ancient Japan
Ivan Morris, 1969
[id: an image of black serif text (the kind that might be found in a printed book) on a white background. It reads,
"The humanist idea that the naked body can be a thing of aesthetic joy and significance is alien to the Japanese tradition; the female figure was never included in the contemporary cult of beauty. In Murasaki's case we find not merely indifference to the nude form but actual aversion. In her diary she describes the scene in which two maids-of-honour are robbed of their clothes in the middle of the night. At the sight of the poor naked ladies, their fellow attendants are thrown into pandemonium and rush about ineffectually like frightened barnyard fowl. When things have quieted down, Murasaki comments, 'Unfortunately horrible is the naked body. It really does not have the slightest charm.'²" end id.]
Night, it was so peaceful- but not in a happy way. Many people died and the smoke and debris was thick. But it didn’t die. I was just running down our street. A dog alongside me, blood pouring through a gash in it's side.
Stayin' Alive started playing ominously in the distance.
Sometimes you get an idea for a story and you realize that, in order to get it right, you'll have to dig very deep into some very dark things inside yourself and it's probably going to hurt very much. And of course you don't really want to hurry that, you really want to postpone it, in fact, but until you finally open the new document and give in, there's this itch, this anticipation, this eagerness to finally get digging, even though, or maybe because it's going to hurt. Being a writer is weird.