I Think… I Dreamt This Like A Night Ago

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A little something I wrote today!

Seeing the flecks of light scattered across the sky fills me with both amazement and frustration.

Imagining what those little flecks hold excites me, but I then remember I could never see everything they are.

It feels like I’ve been cheated. I wish I could live every life and experience everything, but it’s just not possible. I hope when I die, I’ll become God. I hope that everyone will. And for an eternity I could really live. I could see everything there is to see. I hope I could go back to the beginning, way before it, and see time as if it were individual frames of a motion picture.

Each second, less than a second, the smallest most meaningless unit of time, could last forever. I could see everything and feel it and love it and hate it and laugh and cry and scream. And when it somehow ends, I’d do it over.

I want to love everyone and hate everyone. I want to kill and give life. I want to ruin and better. I want to breathe and I want to suffocate and swim and burn. I want to see how ugly and beautiful it all is. I want to see things I could’ve never imagined.

I want to know everything better than I currently know myself. I want to find myself and everyone in all of it.

The paradox of tolerance is only a paradox if you think of tolerance as some sacred and unconditional moral duty. Some ultimate and absolute law with no exceptions, and if you ever slip into the sin of intolerance, you must repent yourself and beg for forgiveness. Yeah no fuck that. Tolerance is a social contract. You're in the game as an equal player for as long as you play by the same rules as everyone else, and if you don't, your ass is fucking out. You're not entitled to the same respect you won't give others.

"Oh so you all tolerate each other just because you tolerate each other, but if I want to destroy you, then all of a sudden you want to destroy me?" Literally yes. That's the gist of it. What's not clicking. This equation is so simple it barely counts as math.

SPOILERS FOR FRANKENSTEIN!!!!!!

HE’S DEAD???? he was the 2th best character wtf

“The world has no visible order, and I have only the order of my breathing. I let myself happen.”

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

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Bisan's recent post. I think it's important for you to read it. Tonight 03.12.23, journalists in gaza share their last messages. There are no words to describe the horrors unfolding in gaza right now.

I no longer have any hope of survival like I had at the beginning of this genocide, and I am certain that I will die in the next few weeks or maybe days. I have been sick with severe viral infection for days and cannot move from the mattress!

I suffer from nightmares that are so closely resemble reality that I no longer differentiate between reality and dream.

I live in a world other than the one I claimed to be building! I am a community activist who lived on the fantasy that the world was free and just, and I sought to bring rights not only to my people, but to many men and women in third world countries!

I was shocked that I was not from the third world! Indeed, we are the most humane and moral! Yes, because the world approves, supports, and finances the genocide we are being subjected to, legislates it, and gives reasons for for 58 days! While we are a people who have been living on occupied land for 75 years and are still searching for our rights and communicating our voice to the world!

My message to the world: You are not innocent of what is happening to us, you as governments or peoples that support Israel’s annihilation of my people. We will not forgive you, we will not forgive you, humanity will not forgive you, we will not forget, even if we die, the history will never forget .

A Message to friends: Thank you and the supporters around the world. You have been compassionate and very strong. We ask you not to lose hope, even if the world seems completely unfair and your efforts have not yet resulted in a ceasefire.

OBIT [My mother’s teeth] by Victoria Chang

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