#finding reality

[brudberg1]

Hardwood floor

11:43 in the city named AE-43Q uniformed clerks rushed by. Some of them where probably droids but I had ceased to notice the subtle tattoo that indicated a human, we all had the same greyish skin a government hairdo and we were all shackled to similar compucases™.

The halls of our quarters had once been a library, but who needs a book when we all have compucases™? I had a brand new cerebral…

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The Guest Book Season 2 - Episode 1: Finding Reality AirDate: October 23rd, 2018, 12:00 AM

[rikkatrueeye]

finding reality

It’s the idea you love.

 The bittersweet dreams of the happy times you could have.

His longing eyes in the way too short nights.

The soft, unsteady light of the street lamps above your heads, throwing deep shadows on the dirty, still hot asphalt under your bare feet.

The cool summer night breeze, like fleeting touches on your skin, and the doubtful safety of his palm in your hand.

The knowledge of his soon departure.

The way he would kiss you goodbye when leaving for overseas, and the rising warmth in your chest and tears in your eyes.

The joy when receiving another letter, and the excitement you’d feel when reading about an upcoming visit.

The nervous hours spent waiting at the airport, surrounded by stressed, quickly passing faces, the smell of cheap coffee filling the air.

The sight of his silhouette, slowly approaching, and the both painful and pleasant twist in your stomach.

 It’s the idea you love.

 And ideas were always meant to be forgotten.

[lyricalapproach-blog]

I wanted to forget everything cloaked in daylight...to flee back toward some blackness in the wind, flitting like those summer insects so agile they eluded bats, jeering and veering through violet twilight.

- Paula Sharp, Waltzing through flaws

[another-day-in-fiction]

β chimera: Unnamed

These sneaky chimera are small but ferocious. With the red spot on their tails these herbivores trick predators into thinking that they're bigger than they really are. Those who get too close may end up crushed under the weight of the tail (which just happens to way twice as much as the rest of its body). Much speculation exists to examine how the creatures could support such a burden, but the lack of current knowledge leaves all hypotheses inconclusive.

[another-day-in-fiction]

I stand outside my pretty house.

I light a match to start the fire.

I call the cops to let 'em know

It's 22 Walthery Ave.

I thought I wanted this.

"Angela Baker And My Obsession With Fire" by Senses Fail