Education, learned skills and books will never leave you, lose their patience or stab you behind your old high school on a blue winter night with the pencil you once lost and never found again.
Tag: prose
To me, food and clothes (especially when handmade) will always carry one of the simplest yet infinitely pure and kind intentions that humans can offer in a world as terrible as ours can be:
Here, please be warm and alright and enjoy this if only a little.
You learn so much about someone just by listening to how and what they sing to themselves when they think nobody hears.
And don’t forget:
Your own cruelty bleeds you dry when you bring it against yourself, and it multiplies when you raise it against others; your own kindness exponentiates even when you subject only yourself to it, and reaches beyond where you even care to look.
When an intergalactic mission reaches a critical point that threatens the life of the crew, when all is hopeless, and no other option is in sight, the captain of the crew must – if the crew includes a “human” – activate the WT protocol.
This measure should only be used in extreme circumstances, as its consequences are, despite impressive effectiveness, destructive and highly unpredictable.
If, however, the crew’s life and wellbeing are in danger, then the captain should turn to the “human” and clearly speak the following words:
“This is it. We will die here. There is no way out of this.”
The “human” will immediately direct their attention to their captain. Their answer should approximately be: “There’s always a way”, or “I’ll find something.”
It is crucial, then, that the captain performs the next sentence with as much condescension as can be mustered. They must look at the “human”, and say:
“What can a weak human like you even do?”
Immediately, distance must be brought between the remaining crew and the “human”. The protocol, if successfully initiated, will begin with a show of the “human’s” teeth in something called a “grin”, and the protocol words:
“Watch this.”
It gets lonely, being human. Not because you can’t find a soul to lie beside you at night; because you never know if their soul is searching at all, and if you want to be found.
moami
It’s true that one day, you will be fine. It’s true that you will have somewhere warm to call home and something within reach to call goal. You’ll be searching instead of losing, and you’ll even be found instead of lost.
But life’s like a wild cat, darling. You can’t ask her to hunt for you and let her in. She needs food, that strong hunter of yours. Feed her words and art and science, let her drink up people and a bit of night before dawn rises. Your wild cat needs rest and motion, not one or the other – both. She needs ferocity on the hunt and softness when brushing dirt off her fur.
Your cat will never stop hunting for you. Not even if you can’t feed her because you are too empty yourself, not even if you’re too cold to warm her in your arms. Your cat holds no grudges. Your cat loves, and loves, and loves you until the last day. And she knows that you will make a home for her again. She is waiting to come back, eyes dark and path cleared for you.
“something wicked this way comes” is a complete magic spell by itself that can evoke any power on this earth and it’s coincidentally also what people say when I enter a room.
Every hour is a witching one if you’re wicked enough.
In the Encyclopedia of Living Organisms to Be Found within the Milky Way, humans only lead the ranking of all species in a very few traits. These, however, are most curious and still considered to be insufficiently explored and mysterious in their nature.
For how can a species be simultaenously leading in curiosity as well as the ability to establish emotional bonding with any known complex-brained organism turn into a force that unites or destroys entire planets when faced with the simple expression of you can’t do that?
Moami 