Growing up & enjoying things
Sometimes you’ll read or hear something that you don’t really understand, but you intuitively know is important. That’s how I felt about this comic when I first saw it as a child. This is appropriate, I guess, since I was around the same age as Calvin at the time, and like him, what made me happy was getting whatever I wanted. As I get older, though, I’m starting to not only see the wisdom in this comic, but see in little ways how I sometimes subconsciously enjoy not the thing I want, but the pursuit of the thing itself.
Anonymous asked: The story w/e post was interesting, I like the succinct and abstract style. Though I would say that since it is so packed with different ideas and complex imagery that us readers wouldn't be familiar with (bc they're imagery from your head, not from everyday life), it would be lovely if you can elaborate a little here and there just to give some space. For example, "the universal was experiencing itself through her" is a cool concept, but I would have missed it if I didn't read very carefully
oh man thank you! yeah I realize now that it’s really not going to make a lot of sense without context about what’s going on.
thank you again! i’ll take what you said into account :)
some writing or w/e
Billions of stars and streams of light snapped and burst through her, pricking and whipping away until all that remained was her soul, naked upon the cosmic winds. Screaming silently through the stream of space, she felt every single injury, every single instance of pain and fear boil away like an asteroid consumed by the sun. She was both in the synapse and outside it, looking down at her body as it flew through the stark colors of space. She was herself and she was not; every doubt and insecurity was suddenly flooded with light and put on display. She could trace every part of her mind. She saw how just as even massive, swirling giants of gas encircled the same stars as puny clumps of rock, her being was one and the same as the elements around it. She could reach out with her thoughts, like fingers miles long, touching and feeling every living and unliving thing around. She was not simply a free agent in an unforgiving nightmare of nothingness. She was a neuron in the brain of an unbelievable creature, a thought thinking thoughts, the universe experiencing itself through her. In that infinitely tiny moment, [REDACTED] felt as though she was connected to every single molecule in the entire universe.
And then she was very, very cold.
For the past couple of years the only constant desire I’ve had is to finally put the story in my head onto paper, because I think that by writing some of my thoughts and fears and hopes into characters I can work through and explore them. I’ve gotten in too deep to let it go because it’s what I daydream about any time I’m not doing something else. For how scatterbrained I am and how often I start and stop projects, it’s the only thing that’s still around and still excites me; I can’t even listen to music anymore without ascribing scenes to the song I’m listening to. I can’t begin to explain how much of a relief it’ll be once Synapse is finally done…