minecraft lore .. started as a funny but now it serioused..
what you say and think is what you see, so it’s important to repeat what’s real and what nice things you can create in the immediate moment and future. the past is eternally dead.
as long as it lives in my heart, and the whispers of wind and ether, it’s real
i love phonetics, i love the tower of babel, i love silence, i love the wind
watch media to inspire what you want to steal and translate from life, after all it’s your own mana, our own invention
“It is sad when the body is ready but not the mind. It is sad when [ ] has left the group chat. It is sad when the wrong thing dies.” By Jeremy Radin
![Sad by Jeremy Radin
It is sad to tip the kettle over the cup & discover
there is no more tea in the kettle. It is sad when the
diner is closed. It is sad when the hawk seizes the
rat & sad when the hawk misses. It is sad when the
child encounters too early. It is sad when a mother
apologizes. It is sad when the aphids have chewed
holes in the lacinato kale. It is sad when there is a
shopping list taped to a refrigerator. It is sad in the
morning, Bach or no Bach. It is sad in winter &
depending on the city sadder in summer. It is sad to
finish a book & sad to not finish. It is sad to make
love imperfectly. It is sad when the body is ready
but not the mind. It is sad when [ ] has left the
group chat. It is sad when the wrong thing dies. It is
sad when it is three in the morning & the wind is
howling & the moon is like a burning umbrella oh
god who will put up with me](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:tovgoxltmjvco6mu7tyhlgmk/bafkreiftjju4lak3wrywjtzn2hwngcm7v7yxvtejevcemc4pvfgdmcishm)
screenshots could have more metadata, it would be helpful to know what website a particular capture was from + which window(s) were in frame
We are guardians, but also a bunch of miserable wretches that are constantly fighting against threats and madness.
from now on its just me, and i know that love myself for now, live without you now
the moon dies over & over & over hedonistic edenism yyxy triad △ distortion of time thaumaturgy in digital trenches another moon dies like always earl grey milk tea in a ceramic cup blue skirts plaided with blood red regal like victorians
dreams have expiration dates, but what are dreams that come about after the time and space has passed? are those thoughts really dreams? or something else entirely. perhaps late wisdom