Isn’t this what ive asked to you
sorry there have been a lot in my mind lately, goods from stanton were delayed, and a lot more bullshit is happening
whatever you say
say then, whats the point of all this drifting, this vagabond like music we’re hearing, this is unlike you isn’t it
its not in my control
how so
its a set playlist that is going, its not even mine, whatever it runs, i shift accordingly
becoming, what you consume
of course, in a daily basis
oh here it is it changed now
art is key isnt it
art is key
art is probably the only thing that matters right
because
when you dont participate in society, you feel like everyone else must be a madman
this is a slippery slope though isnt it
right, it is for sure
can take you to all sorts of places right
yeah well, my point is
art is the only production that does not have to abide by logic and rationalisation
its intrinsically human
not a single human being makes any sense
so if you try to make sense about any of it, either you eventually fail or believe
believing is not knowing
its entrusting that there is something way out of my reach that makes all of this work
which is completely valid by the way
we may never meant to figure it out in the beginning
and if this is the case then we shouldn’t’ve asked about it in the first place
probably shouldn’t be able to right
well thats too late for that
everything around you
must be a fluke
an enigma
i always hated probabilities
one in billions or ten trillions or whatever
imagine, we are the only ones to ever exist
a fluke
one thing that shouldn’t have
many say that this is simply improbable
because we exist and there must be nothing special about us in the grand scheme of things
sun doesnt orbit us, we orbit it, along with many objects
and sun orbits along its path too, with many alike stars which has planets and so on
but what if
what if we were a fluke
i mean why the hell are you here then and not anyone else
if we were a fluke, conscience would have no place to go else, of course we would end up here eventually
my god look at my rambling
it sounded better in my head
anyway
songs keep changing
and this typewriter has no focus or direction
songs trigger emotions, and they turn into language
its an endless typewriter that constantly goes
its always faster in the head than writing
plus when your typewriter starts, your brain is usually in its idle form
that way typewriter can go nuts
and there is another part there that listenes too
its all very conscious
yet if you were to try to put them into paper
your brain shifts from idle
and typewriter
if you consume so much content and produce none this is what happens
on idle brain likes to run back everything it saw
all a beautiful circle right
there are many things there are beautiful
yet
yet we ignore them we must
or yet
we must do more somehow
intelligence is running away so apologies
ah no worry i understand
song changed again
these are definitely not my vibes
so why dont you produce then
i cant
i try to sometimes
everything in this world, every profound thing requires dedication
and in order to produce something rather nice, first you must produce crap
it all takes a lot of time
a lot of effort
that is something i cannot afford
pathetic
well its what it is aint it
shipments from stanton
fucking hell they shouldve come right
i have great escape destinations
have you heard about the realm of dragons?
no what the hell is that
well its a place of magical beings, constant struggle and conquest
in the beginning there were four
elves to the north west
orcs to the north east
humans to the south
and dwarves at the center
everything was okay, in a time they werent even aware of themselves
then it appeared more
and balance was shifted
a new breed of humans created a mighty empire in the center and kicked the dwarves out
that sounds like a good escape location
oh there is more
i lost the writings for this one, i really liked those writings
but the gist was
there were 5 gods
fuck i forgot the lot of them
goddamn it
there were 4 races i think
one elvish one draconic one lizardish
other was the flonar
i remember that
they lived in their floating islands
beings of purity
had massive wings
lived for thousands of years
the world was in harmony
every 250 years everything would fall back to its place
it was utter balance
apperantly the 5 gods created a lot of worlds and all went bonkers so this balance was quite desirable
the one called nehkrim created the world, others created the occupants
after many millennia nehkrim was salty for he hadnt has his own creation occupying in the world
so he came up with his draft
others were furious
this creature would definitely ruin the supposed balance
but nehkrim wouldnt back down
so they came to an agreement
this creature would only be allowed as slaves for the current occupants
so they were brought down to the world and nehkrim gave them a proper speech
many centuries later though, those who were sent to flonar began conspiring against their rulers
flonar were perfect beings of purity and they would approach the creatures with compassion
but that wasn enough for the creature obviously, by nature they were relentless
apperantly nehkrim went down to the world without the others notice and told the creatures the means of conspiring, and gave them the teachings of flight so they would reach their high floating islands (he gave them çark. that çark that spun the world)
then the war begin
flonar wouldn’t use their full potential as they were still too compassionate
creatures used that compassion against them
one by one they captured the floating islands and made to their capitals
gods were very sure of their balanced world so they werent too alert on what would go about down there
creatures made their way to the core of the island where the thing that held up the islands were.
the gods of flonar furiously descended upon the world, and realised that nehkrim conspired against them
gods council were _(disbanded or sthn)__ in great fury
and the creatures defeated the flonar, and brought down the islands that floated
with balance broken the creatures became a terrible menace as they ran over everything they came upon like a plague.
there are some missing details but i think that was the gist of it
i’d really want to find that writing someday
wow
thats some place to escape alright
complete evasion
nothing that would bind you to reality
yeah, that is sort of my gist
you must terribly hate this place then
its not that i hate this place, its the thing that requires for you to be in this place