The World’s Loneliest Whale Sings the Loudest Song by Noor Hindi
D.H. Lawrence, from "The Plumbed Serpent" in The Complete Works
Joy Sullivan, from "Long Division", Instructions for Traveling West
a lot of you know me for the "my psychiatrist asks me about friendship & i tell him about distance" excerpt but its been almost a year since i wrote it & the whole piece still resonates so i thought id share (x)
it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
the artists that draw our favorite characters laughing together in kitchens are the pillars of the world, carrying its weight from collapse.
the smallness of the quest, returning a lost chalice, let the audience see a side of percy that is different.
a percy that has time.
he isn't running from monsters or at the epicenter of a war.
this is a percy that had time to go to school and join clubs. a percy who has time to go to smoothie shops with annabeth and grover. a percy that has time to have dinner with his mom and step-dad.
a percy that has time to think, about what he wants, about what he's scared of. a percy that has time to be a kid and just exist.