✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ Day 4
➳ Moon
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡,
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠,
ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚,
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑚.
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Id like to hc that Ghost knows a lot about the stars, constellations and all
imagine they often need to stay out in the open during missions, to rest without roofs above their heads
perhaps its boredom, or something to occupy the quiet space, something to feed to the loud brain and make the thoughts softer in his head
so he picked up the knowlegde
though its different when Soap comes along, because that man will talk just about anything and rambles on and on about...
about what exactly? Ghost remembers some bits, the important ones like how he loved blueberry muffins((seems like that man likes blue in general)), the rest muddles into a blur mess
"yer see that one that looks like a bucket?"
it's not exactly a bucket, but close enough
"those are called Big Dipper"
it resembles Lyra more, but Ghost kept quiet
There's nothing more comforting to listen and let Johnny's voice filled in the empty space between them
sometimes they don't talk either, passing the time by hearing the the crackling and popping of burning wood, punctuating the still night
its soothing, a comfort routine that they're fluent in
and sure, the scene above their head was undoubtedly pretty, a graveyard of stars painted over the black canvas, glimmering and shinning with every passing seconds
but nothing beats more than to see Johnny's blue eyes sparkles
certainly
nothing can compare to dear Johnny
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i love graffiti. "comics and jazz are the only american art forms" you forgot graffiti. did you remember graffiti? That art form birthed in Philly and NYC in the early 70s by poor Black kids. that art form that spread all over the world and influenced so many. that's used without irony in commercials when they're trying to appeal to a "young urban" customer.
did you forget graffiti? that racism broken windows theory victim? that reach the establishment takes claiming that it's exclusively violent gang members throwing up those full-color pieces and wildstyle tags in the middle of the night outsmarting fifty security cameras because the billboard was ugly anyway. as if, even if it was, it wouldn't be impressive as all hell. risking brutality and fall damage so your art can occupy the space a gentrified condo named something like "Coluumna" took away from you. proving that despite only assholes affording to live here anymore there's still a soul beneath it. an animal with dripping stripes and teeth that go clack-clack tsssss
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The deeply moralist tone that a lot of discussions about media representation take on here are primarily neoliberal before they are anything else. Like the shouting matches people get into about “purity culture” “pro/anti” etc nonsense (even if I think it’s true that some people have a deeply christian worldview about what art ought to say and represent about the world) are downstream of the basic neoliberal assumption that we can and must educate the public by being consumers in a market. “Bad representation” is often framed as a writer’s/developer’s/director’s/etc’s failure to properly educate their audience, or to educate them the wrong way with bad information about the world (which will compel their audience to act, behave, internalise or otherwise believe these bad representations about some social issue). Likewise, to “consume” or give money to a piece of media with Bad Representation is to legitimate and make stronger these bad representations in the world, an act which will cause more people to believe or internalise bad things about themselves or other people. And at the heart of both of those claims is, again, the assumption that mass public education should be undertaken by artists in a private market, who are responsible for creating moral fables and political allegories that they will instil in their audiences by selling it to them. These conversations often become pure nonsense if you don’t accept that the moral and political education of the world should be directed by like, studio executives or tv actors or authors on twitter. There is no horizon of possibility being imagined beyond purchasing, as an individual consumer in a market, your way into good beliefs about the world, instilled in you by Media Product
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I'm reading The Murderbot Diaries (Network Effect, so, spoiler alert), and man, Murderbot's relationship with ART makes me insane. It's like, you're an insufferable asshole. You're my best friend. Saying that word makes me retch. You're the only person in the universe who could possibly understand what it's like to be me. I can't possibly understand what it's like to be you. I must look like an ant to you. I've put my unconscious body in your hands and let you alter it. We both love our humans to the point of destruction. You've killed people to protect me and my friends. You only did it because you were between two jobs and bored. We watch TV shows together. I saw you have an emotional breakdown about a historical drama. You could kill me in a hundred different ways. I've brutally murdered several people to avenge you. You were ready to kill all my friends to save yours. I've brought you back from the dead. You're keeping us prisoner. I'm your only chance of saving your friends. I've lived and traveled inside your body, and you've been a passenger in my brain. We don't even know each other's real names.
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