RE: I Will Reply
10-29-2019, 08:24 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-29-2019, 08:27 PM by kilozombie.)
Mïmir, Concerned Wrote:To: Cent, Realized Their Purpose
Cent, Realized Their Purpose Wrote:To: Mïmir, Concerned
Hey, Mïmir! I can't type that with my keyboard either, but you can look it up if you just search 'i with umlaut'. That's the name of that symbol above it, though I have no clue where it comes from, and if I'm being honest, what it actually does to the sound. Anyway.
On the subject of replying to an email as a last resort-- that sounds really, monumentally stressful. I mean, I'm absolutely willing to help try and listen, but if you're no longer in that place where you feel your life's at risk, that seems like a good thing overall, right? I completely get that fear for crazy folks from home-- I guess I never experienced it personally, but I know it's a pretty common story for people who don't fit in some arbitrary 'norm'. I'm sorry that just getting away from it put you at risk!
I like the name 'The Devil' a lot more now. Names mean a lot, and if they like their flower so much, you're taking away their self-imposed responsibility for it. It's taking the power out of their rhetoric. Maybe the best course, though, would be to go a lot further from home. I mean, it's probably nontrivial for you to stay on caffeine given the circumstances, right? Maybe there's someone out there who could help you move to a town, or at least a safer part of the woods, you know? Just because we're the last animals doesn't mean plants are all safe. Neat trick hiding out by the fingers, but it doesn't sound like a fun time overall.
Don't worry about talking a lot about that all, either way! I'm happy to listen, because if I'm being honest, I think my life is about the last thing anyone would care to hear about. By in large I'm just... at home, sitting around, not doing a lot. I've been getting out more lately, but that's just a few moments in a non-depressive state, then it's right back.
I met this friend a couple months ago who I really like hanging out with, and actually she's kind of forcing me to get out more. I mean, I could turn it down, but having another bug's pressure has been nice. I think. Too early to say for sure?
She's thinking of flying us down from Bends way over to the Sequence Break, on Halloween night, since it's actually not far from there, and being tourists could actually be a pretty refreshing time. There's bound to be a lot more people there, anyway, probably dressing up like bartenders or whatever.
I don't know. It's going to be a hell of a long journey and I'm pretty nervous about... everything. And it feels like I could just cancel and hang out at home that day and feel so much more neutral, instead of constantly exhausted. I don't know how to guarantee I'll actually make it.
I guess I'll keep you up to date?
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Dalorh, Kinda Unsure Wrote:To: Cent, Realized Their Purpose
Cent, Realized Their Purpose Wrote:To: Dalorh, Kinda Unsure
You know, trees are actually about the same size as buildings. Well, in the same ballpark, at least. When you're in the thick of it, sitting in an apartment within the floorboards of a skyscraper, it seems impossible to grasp the size of it. Sitting on the ground, at street level? That totally changes the gig. I've only gone that far down with family, on holidays, and... we haven't really had a lot of those get-togethers in the last few years.
I get the same problem trying to think of so many people all together. There's plenty of pictures on the human end of the internet of billions of us all together in some place, and it gets my mind racing, like... what if I were there, in the thick of it, surrounded by more people than exist today? It'd be loud, I think. Really loud.
And there wouldn't be enough coffee.
When my mom was a nymph after humans left, she lived in a small, surrogate family, kept alive with small doses of caffeine. Her brothers and sisters didn't make it past the Burst, but she was kept alive by circumstance, being the one that a passing stag beetle happened to help. She told me that the bugs she was with were brought together entirely at random, having found some abandoned coffee cup in a convertible and found a corner of a convenience store in upstate New York to live in. She's got a lot of stories from back then-- and I think a lot of those bugs are still alive and kicking today.
One story that I thought was pretty great- and not so depressing- was when the stag beetle tried dragging in a thermos they were all sure was filled with coffee, right after the Burst. There wasn't any competition, but it was a serious endeavor, because it was like, a half-mile trek-- they all dedicated themselves to it, almost working to death trying to stay alive before there was a system for keeping them alive. Finally, they get it home, they spend some days getting it open, and they find...
...tea. I remember how she described everyone's reactions. It was such an, 'oh, welp,' moment. I mean, it's not like they weren't thankful. But if you're living on coffee for a year and have to switch to the weaker stuff, you can't help but feel a little let down! Turns out it was a bonding experience, though-- not the buried treasure you wanted, but still treasure nonetheless. Kept them alive, at least.
I guess I'd feel weird contacting that group of bugs nowadays. It's not like my mom is dead or anything. It's just that everything she's a part of is worse now. Thinking about her in the third person, as a collection of stories and interesting events, is a lot easier.
Journal sounds nice. I don't like to vent usually, but I'm in a weird place in my life right now and wouldn't mind to have that tracked to tape, so to speak. I guess these emails are a start.
Trying to decide if I should go on a Halloween trek further into the heart of the city right now. It's to the Sequence Break-- not like there's an event or anything, but my friend thinks it'd be a good time. I guess I keep convincing myself I'll just cancel last minute, which sounds... shitty. How do you keep yourself to a promise when the alternative is so much easier, when your body's telling you not to go anywhere or do anything all day?
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Disconnect Connection Wrote:To: Cent, Realized Their Purpose
Cent, Realized Their Purpose Wrote:To: Disconnect Connection
Hello! Thanks for the compliment-- I guess even if I'm not a cool individual, the email was cool, at least. I appreciate you reaching out to this mildly empty inbox.
Personally, disconnecting from the Internet seems completely impossible. I've grown up on it, since I live in Bends, Brooklyn, New York City, and I've never gone far enough away from home to lose signal. Even if the Internet gets zapped out of existence, somebody kooky in the city will end up wiring all the buildings together, I'm sure.
How was the trip? I imagine it's refreshing to get to spend time with family, since I know a lot of bugs move away easy enough. It's in our nature, or at least a lot of our natures, it seems like. Family at leg's length. But it's still easy to miss them.
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A body not in motion would have no reason beyond basic nutrition or obligation to go into motion. A roach not in motion would see it as hopeless to stand up and be lively. Exhaustion from nowhere had overwhelmed Cent-- she would spend hours with Tieni, who made her feel at ease, and then she would sink home, sit down, and do nothing for hours. She was barely even content with doing nothing. There was plenty on the Internet to watch, and she had her mantis friend easily accessed via message, but she just... sunk.
Sunk, and sunk, and sunk. The chair could not accommodate the hole going to the center of New York City.
Confronting Tieni in any capacity except a meaningless one was going to be impossible. She would just wait until Halloween, turn down the offer to go out (which she was sure Tieni would forgive her for (which she was ashamed to be so sure of)) and sink (and sink) into her chair (at home (alone.))
The emails were easy enough, and then she stared at the wall behind the monitor waiting for time to pass with anxious, heaving breath.