Okay, it’s like getting into a bath, but the water is like warm chocolate pudding. And The Smiths are playing “There’s A Light That Never Goes Out”. Oh, and there’s a warm lighting all over, and there are like five dudes massaging you!
Nostalgia - it’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound.” It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.
It’s grapplin’ time~
Somebody, save me from Ser Bara Warden Hell ;3;
(I blame this on hours of marker fumes inhalation prior)
Sometime ideas, like men, jump up and say ‘hello’. They introduce themselves, these ideas, with words. Are they words? These ideas speak so strangely. All that we see in this world is based on someone’s ideas. Some ideas are destructive, some are constructive. Some ideas can arrive in the form of a dream. I can say it again: some ideas arrive in the form of a dream.