truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you
from the bottom of my heart: just because something makes you uncomfortable doesn't mean it shouldn't be allowed to exist
“Logic is no doubt unshakable, but it can't withstand a person who wants to live.”
Franz Kafka, The Trial
The total solar eclipse seen from Casper, Wyoming (US), by a team of ESA astronomers.
Naum Gabo, Translucent Variation on a Spheric Theme,1937
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Somewhere, sometime, for no actual reason.
(who needs a reason?)
The reason for existence could be the existence itself.
No beginning, no end.
Infinity and eternity.
Time passes, nothing changes, nothing ever changes.
Yet everything is brand new.
Unknown, unfamiliar, alien.
Doesn't live, never die, just remains.
Somewhere...
Sometime...
Far away and right outside the window.
Awaiting...
They call it evil, but it is neutral.
Objective and just.
Unbiased.
Awaiting...
No need to be afraid.
Arial B.
December 2024
Anne Yvonne Gilbert