Headwind
Another letter to no-one:
When Shakespeare (or the real Shakespeare) first wrote "'tis bitter cold and I'm sick at heart", people went fucking wild! Wild at originality! And now what? Do you honestly expect me to have the same appreciation after five hundred years of people driving it into the ground? It's the same with these: we run to the safe and the trodden despite the best efforts. It's the anti-forbidden fruit. When I was in high school I ascribed the motive to crawl back into the womb as the driving force behind all manner of fucked-up shit. We're like that, my friend. Teetering phylogenetic relics. We never bothered to diversify. I'll bet we were both high-school kids sitting on the halls, all "beat", all "faces of stone", all filled with obsessions and outlets, all roaring to speak and grasp this world and shake it until it made sense.
And maybe you're not no-one. Maybe you are one, or maybe you are thousands. I won't ascribe hive-mind status to you, because that would be a relic of my own gaming-driven imagination. An imagination fired by hard-boiled role-playing artwork, hopeless social gospels, the tears of whole races with lost homeworlds. Planets and cities shattering. And you stand on a cliff, swept by a headwind with your cape, looking down, hair oddly resistant to gravity, eyes glittering like nobody's business. Cape billowing impossibly, delivering lines deadpan with that quivery-voiced thingy. And it's just like the end of CD 2 of Final Fantasy VII. I'll admit, I let my emotions be manipulated, lulled into the illusion of choice by the game's flawless dynamics. I never did find out how it ended: CD 3 broke. It was a copy of a copy of a copy. So I guess it's the ass-kicking female that survives and somehow manages to endure and touch me to this day.
Where am I going with this? I have perhaps given away too much of my past nerdery. I'm confused, but I know that if something has confused me in the past, it has always been worth pursuing. So take that how you will, you non-adresseed non-singled-out One; I suspect you prefer it this way. Shit.
Consider: "One has not only a legal, but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws."
When Shakespeare (or the real Shakespeare) first wrote "'tis bitter cold and I'm sick at heart", people went fucking wild! Wild at originality! And now what? Do you honestly expect me to have the same appreciation after five hundred years of people driving it into the ground? It's the same with these: we run to the safe and the trodden despite the best efforts. It's the anti-forbidden fruit. When I was in high school I ascribed the motive to crawl back into the womb as the driving force behind all manner of fucked-up shit. We're like that, my friend. Teetering phylogenetic relics. We never bothered to diversify. I'll bet we were both high-school kids sitting on the halls, all "beat", all "faces of stone", all filled with obsessions and outlets, all roaring to speak and grasp this world and shake it until it made sense.
And maybe you're not no-one. Maybe you are one, or maybe you are thousands. I won't ascribe hive-mind status to you, because that would be a relic of my own gaming-driven imagination. An imagination fired by hard-boiled role-playing artwork, hopeless social gospels, the tears of whole races with lost homeworlds. Planets and cities shattering. And you stand on a cliff, swept by a headwind with your cape, looking down, hair oddly resistant to gravity, eyes glittering like nobody's business. Cape billowing impossibly, delivering lines deadpan with that quivery-voiced thingy. And it's just like the end of CD 2 of Final Fantasy VII. I'll admit, I let my emotions be manipulated, lulled into the illusion of choice by the game's flawless dynamics. I never did find out how it ended: CD 3 broke. It was a copy of a copy of a copy. So I guess it's the ass-kicking female that survives and somehow manages to endure and touch me to this day.
Where am I going with this? I have perhaps given away too much of my past nerdery. I'm confused, but I know that if something has confused me in the past, it has always been worth pursuing. So take that how you will, you non-adresseed non-singled-out One; I suspect you prefer it this way. Shit.
Consider: "One has not only a legal, but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws."
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