Giavpaprika - Old Ham

Lovers of Elfhame by Frostbite Studios

this is my roman empire.

Objectification

To be human is to live in all the things we keep around us

A nest full of shiny objects we’ve collected

That make us feel at one with the world

To live and die in these objects

A bit of soul left behind in every knickknack

A coffee mug that says Ethyl, which was painted in Alaska

You found it in a second hand store

And now when you drink coffee each morning you toast

To Ethyl, a stranger

When you die someone else will toast to you

With Ethyl’s mug

Generations of strangers live inside a coffee cup

“It reminds me of how she held on to someone she didn’t even know,

Didn’t want to forget or have her be forgotten”

My favorite mug will hold my soul when I die

And you can have it, toast to me every morning

Or with every evening tea

I want to live on in your coffee dregs

Long after I’ve passed

Maybe life really ends when the living forget us

And all these ceramic elephants, matryoshka dolls, carnival glassware

Will immortalize us as stories solidify

And simplify our existence

What will you live in when you die?

WHAT DO WE WANT?

Storytime: My brother Dave used to manage a Little Ceasars, and he hated it. So when my mom asked him what he wanted on his birthday cake, he jokingly said the Little Ceasars guy being stabbed with his own spear. My mom, who doesn't always get sarcasm, didn't even question it. She lovingly made him exactly what he asked for. It's my favorite cake ever.

Happy Ides of March to Ceasar getting stabbed!

“The only thing I do know is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind, especially when we don’t know what’s going on.”

— Waymond Wang