Chaotichandle - SANTA.

And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains.

I'm not gonna sit here and pretend to know what makes us who we are, but I gotta figure it's more than just the sum of what we remember.

'Aerea Targaryen' by Audrey Benjaminsen.

Illustration from The Folio Society edition of 'Fire And Blood' written by George RR Martin, published January 2025.

“I put my hand on my chest and closed my eyes. I have a dinosaur heart, cold, massive, indestructible, a thick meaty red. And I have a glass heart, tiny and pink, that can be shattered… There was a ping. To my surprise, it had developed a minute crack, nearly invisible. But it was there, and it hurt.”

— Louise Erdrich, The Sentence

“When Kafka allows a friend to understand that he writes because otherwise he would go mad, he knows that writing is madness already, his madness, a kind of vigilance, unrelated to any wakefulness save sleep’s: insomnia. Madness against madness, then. But he believes that he masters the one by abandoning himself to it; the other frightens him, and is his fear; it tears through him, wounds and exalts him. It is as if he had to undergo all the force of an uninterruptible continuity, a tension at the edge of the insupportable which he speaks of with fear and not without a feeling of glory. For glory is the disaster.”

— Maurice Blanchot, The Writing of the Disaster