Far into our journey I realized we would die out here, and for once I didn’t feel afraid.
They saw something that reminded them of what it was like to be a kid, and they just fuckin’ ran from it as fast as they could.
I was 11 when I found out that clouds were fake.
“Now hear me out.”
“This is a really stupid xylophone.”
Maui.
We stared for the longest time, watching the universe fracture.
Why of all places did it choose here?
We’re all just barely holding it together, and we’re strengthened by the brief moments of reprieve.
They felt uneasy, knowing this would be the last leg of the journey.
They took exactly fifteen steps.
We made this and we have to deal with the consequences.
Remember how we used to play in the sun all day and then one day we stopped and I never saw you again?
I swear to god, if you suggest carrion again, I’m gonna lose it.
I woke up and decided today was the day I would finally go to space.
Take your little hat and get the hell out of here.
We set out and found ourselves reeling at what seemed like endless breakfast options.
Sometimes you wake up, look in the mirror, and realize that you can’t recognize what you see.
I asked for a change and my request was denied like it always is.
An evening with the best humanity has to offer.
And lo, look ye upon what thou hath wrought, for I am imprisoned a man, only to return as beast.
“Yo, maybe chill out with the hostility.”
At a certain point, you have to just accept that the service packs stop coming and all the good times live in memory.
Their existence distilled into entertainment.
I do worry about how lonely eternity will be.
The atmosphere stretched outward, taut and threadbare. A slight breeze threatened to tear it away and leave us with a lot of questions for a very short time.
Our first mistake was giving them words with which they could ask for freedom.
We removed your eyes because you could see too far ahead.
Sometimes you wait your whole life and then, suddenly, she’s standing right there.
“Do you think you’re wasting your time?”
“Do YOU think you could shut the fuck up?”
Something like 30 million or more. It’s pretty remarkable, if you think about it.
We create worlds, and you can only sit and dream about them.
It is the middle ground between light and shadow.
You’ve got quite the infestation going here. How is it you plan to get rid of it?
One minute you’re there, the next you’re whisked away to the 16th Century. Thats the power of electricity.
Rows and rows and rows and rows of memories. How many were there? What did they see? Did they like the life they led?
He could only marvel at how the emptiness followed wherever he went.
You look close. You see them. They see you back. You never say a word. Were you even there?
Try and trap them all you want, they will break free and you’re gonna look like a real dumb dumb.
He often wondered how being born a butterfly might’ve led to a more exciting life.
“You ever see anything more beautiful in your entire life?”
“I mean, yeah.”
“… Step back or I shoot.”
Dangling high above, watching the world below, she saw the faces of the people she had long forgotten. They looked for her, terrified.
They waited to see what life would grow in the ruins.
The portal closed and she ventured into the quiet.
They looked at him and thought about how sad it was that he would never see himself as worthy of love.
Don’t be upset that the world is ending. Be upset that you won’t see it begin again.
The door opened and they ran out as quickly as they could.
“I haven’t been happy in a long time.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“I was too sad.”
His cruelty was forever cemented in concrete.
