Idealist

I and a few others created this world as an experiment, I was the idealist, so you can call me that.

[the-idealist]

Nobody is happy

Everyone is lonely

I'm so sorry for that

I didn't know it would be this way

[neil-gaiman]

In episode 6, Death implies that she goes to every person (and it seems also thing) that dies and personally escorts them to the afterlife, but she strolls between appointments and time seems to pass. How is she able to be there for everyone at their death? Does she exist in linear time?

[the-idealist]

I feel my eyes becoming heavy

I don't want anything

Just waking no more

[fravery]

Luis Romero

[the-idealist]

“I can't forget you

When all those things we used to do

Memories don't erase so easily”

A piece from the lyrics of the song Red Comes in Many Ways

[meli-luminati]

The cool dude

[caroldanversenthusiast]

thankyou maya hawke

[moringmark]

[fravery]

Tuscany

[the-idealist]

“If I could save time in a bottle

The first thing that I'd like to do

Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away

Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever

If words could make wishes come true

I'd save every day like a treasure, and then

Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time

To do the things you want to do once you find them

I've looked around enough to know

That you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes

And dreams that had never come true

The box would be empty

Except for the memory of how they were answered by you”

Music by Jim Croce

[anditslove]

Iain Thomas, The Light That Shines When Things End

[the-idealist]

“Someone will remember us.

I say.

Even in another time.”

- Sappho

[the-idealist]

“The moon is set. And the Pleiades raise.

It’s the middle of the night.

Time passes.

But I sleep alone.”

-Sappho

[the-idealist]

"Honestly, I wish I were dead.

Weeping many tears, she left me and said,

“Alas, how terribly we suffer, Sappho.

I really leave you against my will.”

And I answered:

"Farewell, go and remember me.

You know how I loved you.

If not, I would remind you

...of our wonderful times together.

For by my side you put on

many wreaths of roses

and garlands of flowers

around your soft neck.

And with precious and royal perfume

you anointed yourself.

On soft beds you satisfied your passion with me.

And there was no dance,

no holy place

from which we were absent.” "

- Sappho

She is my favourite poet, I wish we didn't lost so much of her work.

[twotheleft]

[fravery]

Full Moon Games by VLADIMIR KUSH (b.1965)

[weltenwellen]

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra