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[New] Short description of my constructed world
The world of Dust To Dust is a post-apocalyptic land split in two, separated by a great mountainous uninhabitable region formed by extrinsic annihilation; to the east, a pre-agricultural society of hunter-gatherers living off the land wherever they can, hunted by irradiated megafauna; to the west the dawn of a new Mesopotamian civilisation.
I used to think
[Writing prompt] Write for 10 minutes using “I used to think...” as your starter. I used to think life was going to be easy. Growing up you have all the time in the world. You live through time, you don’t watch it pass. I had an idealistic view of my future. thought I’d go to school, get OK grades, find a girlfriend, go to university, get a good job, and start a family. That’s how we all want it to be. Simple as that. Life: paint by numbers.
Of course, it didn’t work out as planned. Not many people have the fortune of planning their life and it all going as expected. I hit road bumps, I even veered off the highway at points and nearly crashed. My dad died when I was 15, I suffered through depression and anxiety, dropped out of university, dropped out of college, dropped out of university again, and struggled to find a job.
But my family has always been there to help and support. I no longer hope for an easy future, to avoid the storms, I know that’s not possible, I just hope I can learn to dance in the rain.
Tom Grady and The Girl
She was in her bedroom. It looked a lot like Tom's. Probably because he had never actually seen her bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, head down. The room was dark. A muted sound could be heard. Was she crying? Tom was watching her through the window from an angle he'd never seen before. Her room must be at the back of the house, overlooking their garden. He tried to get a better look at her, but her hood was on again and she wasn't looking up. Tom tapped on the window to get her attention. He knew it was a dream so there was no real threat.
Tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tom looked more intently, his nose pressed up against the window. The girl looked up. For a moment Tom could see her face. It was perfect. Pale white, pristine. Like a face sculpted from ice. She had black hair. She was b-...
Rust Cohle
“…to realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain, it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream you had inside a locked room- a dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there’s a monster at the end of it.”
Detective Rustin Cohle
I see a propensity for obesity. Poverty. A yen for fairy tales. Folks puttin' what few bucks they do have into a little wicker basket being passed around. I think it's safe to say nobody here's gonna be splitting the atom, Marty.
My story of sleep
When I was a kid, 12 or younger, I never questioned anything. I took everything I was told as fact and everything was simple. I was innocent, stupid and happy.
But who stays innocent their whole life? Something always happens, be it a tragedy or alteration of the mind.
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We have enslaved the rest of animal creation and have treated our distant cousins in fur and feathers so badly that beyond doubt, if they were to formulate a religion, they would depict the Devil in human form.
William Ralph Inge
I couldn't live with myself any longer. And in this a question arose without an answer: who is the ‘I’ that cannot live with the self? What is the self? I felt drawn into a void! I didn’t know at the time that what really happened was the mind-made self, with its heaviness, its problems, that lives between the unsatisfying past and the fearful future, collapsed. It dissolved. The next morning I woke up and everything was so peaceful. The peace was there because there was no self. Just a sense of presence or “beingness,” just observing and watching.
Eckhart Tolle
It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.
Voltaire
What is tolerance? It is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed of frailty and error; let us pardon reciprocally each other's folly - that is the first law of nature.
Voltaire
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
Friedrich Nietzsche
It is not easy to see how the more extreme forms of nationalism can long survive when men have seen the Earth in its true perspective as a single small globe against the stars
Arthur C. Clarke
Walk on
Bruce Lee
Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them
Bruce Lee
It takes a stupid man to believe he is better than another
Mere Mortals
It's funny - sometimes I stand quietly and try to remember. Remember moments before, thoughts from mere seconds ago - just to see if I can feel time ticking
Mere Mortals
War. War never changes.
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