Mini-Issue Two Point Five: Boredom: Part II, and Another Thing
Jun 28, 2015 23:04:14 GMT
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Post by The North Wind Star on Jun 28, 2015 23:04:14 GMT
Mini-Issue Two wasn't quite enough to stomp out the boredom in you- it creeps back up and strikes from behind. Its poison drags you down into the depths of Apathy City.
Run! Run, I say! Escape the boredom! And when running doesn't work, use a spell of excitement.
This is what the rings of Saturn sound like
Obey the game
Check the time. And the color.
It's like the radio, if the radio were from space.
Freaking spaceship noise generator
Silk
Play "The End"
It's like Weave Silk, but with nebulas
Geoguessr
Run, run, run. You run and run and run. To run is to live is to survive is to lose is to die is to run. The sun is going down or coming up or both and you run. But you cannot outrun a feeling. Boredom springs and slices. You dodge and continue your run. Boredom does not want that. As you make a death leap over a ledge, trying to make it from one side to another while burning skeletons laugh and scream beneath your flying feet, you realize something.
You realize that it is very ridiculous to be bored in this kind of scenario.
So you run and run, not out of fear of boredom, but out of fear of demise. Your death leap does not bring death upon you. The skeletons cease their laughter and screaming and they watch through empty eye sockets. You realize something.
You realize that skeletons do not have vocal chords. They cannot scream and laugh as you leap above them with the grace of a deer and the mind of a very frightened deer.
The skeletons are unmade. You are running through the silent fields, feeling the grass beneath your feet and breathing in the meadow air. You realize something.
You realize that it is strange to be running on fields when you have just jumped over a ledge.
You run and run and run through an empty colorless void. There is nothing to light your way, and you cry, and your tears become stars. You realize something.
You realize that tears are not stars, and the void provides nothing to run on. You are running on air, and air is not something one runs on.
You run and run and run, though you are falling, though the air has gone and the stars have gone and there is nothing but your pounding fear to remind you that you are alive. To run is to live is to survive is to lose is to die is to run. It is a terrible existence, is it an existence, is it something to know to run to live? You realize something.
You realize that an idle mind invites boredom invites running invites fear invites the void invites meaninglessness invites the cold dark sweep of death.
You cast a spell of excitement.
It feels like the song of Saturn's rings and it invites a color into your heart and it blooms.
You realize something.
You realize that vaguely-abstract, boredom-fueled "news" articles are very much overrated.
You realize that the Editor is going to regret writing this, mostly because it is silly and in the second person and was typed quickly by the light of a raincloud.
Enjoy the links, dear friends.
-the Editor
Run! Run, I say! Escape the boredom! And when running doesn't work, use a spell of excitement.
This is what the rings of Saturn sound like
Obey the game
Check the time. And the color.
It's like the radio, if the radio were from space.
Freaking spaceship noise generator
Silk
Play "The End"
It's like Weave Silk, but with nebulas
Geoguessr
Run, run, run. You run and run and run. To run is to live is to survive is to lose is to die is to run. The sun is going down or coming up or both and you run. But you cannot outrun a feeling. Boredom springs and slices. You dodge and continue your run. Boredom does not want that. As you make a death leap over a ledge, trying to make it from one side to another while burning skeletons laugh and scream beneath your flying feet, you realize something.
You realize that it is very ridiculous to be bored in this kind of scenario.
So you run and run, not out of fear of boredom, but out of fear of demise. Your death leap does not bring death upon you. The skeletons cease their laughter and screaming and they watch through empty eye sockets. You realize something.
You realize that skeletons do not have vocal chords. They cannot scream and laugh as you leap above them with the grace of a deer and the mind of a very frightened deer.
The skeletons are unmade. You are running through the silent fields, feeling the grass beneath your feet and breathing in the meadow air. You realize something.
You realize that it is strange to be running on fields when you have just jumped over a ledge.
You run and run and run through an empty colorless void. There is nothing to light your way, and you cry, and your tears become stars. You realize something.
You realize that tears are not stars, and the void provides nothing to run on. You are running on air, and air is not something one runs on.
You run and run and run, though you are falling, though the air has gone and the stars have gone and there is nothing but your pounding fear to remind you that you are alive. To run is to live is to survive is to lose is to die is to run. It is a terrible existence, is it an existence, is it something to know to run to live? You realize something.
You realize that an idle mind invites boredom invites running invites fear invites the void invites meaninglessness invites the cold dark sweep of death.
You cast a spell of excitement.
It feels like the song of Saturn's rings and it invites a color into your heart and it blooms.
You realize something.
You realize that vaguely-abstract, boredom-fueled "news" articles are very much overrated.
You realize that the Editor is going to regret writing this, mostly because it is silly and in the second person and was typed quickly by the light of a raincloud.
Enjoy the links, dear friends.
-the Editor
