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how am i supposed to relax when there are things
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Road trips are interesting.
There almost always seems to be that one town, that one forest, that one street, where things are just a little bit different.
You and a couple of your friends are driving along, chatting, just the three of you and the long open road.
You'll pass by an old wooden sign, where the paints flaking off and the name of the town is barely legible, and suddenly everything feels Wrong.
The world around you seems to warp, and you see gaunt figures staring out at you from every building you pass. The people in the car with you are unfamiliar, their faces blurry and voices distorted. In the distance you think you can hear screaming, or maybe an emergency siren, and something primal grips at your heart, telling you to Run.
It seems like it lasts for hours, but when you finally emerge from the town, your clock says only a few minutes have passed.
It takes a while for conversation to start up again, but it does, and eventually the experiance is pushed aside and forgotton. You share some snacks and laugh, just the Four of you and the long, open road.
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Sorry this is a little off topic but today I learned that the sun, the planets, and all their respective moons make sounds and we normally can't hear them because of how space works, but NASA recorded those sounds for us. And all the sounds are cryptic as FUCK.
Listen here.
~Odyssey
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Im forced to reconsider my opinion on Nickleback after overhearing a Texan say that they are like bagpipes:
“No one likes them randomly playing (as we should), but put them behind impactful visuals like Titanic or Spider-Man and we all start bawling (as we should).”
Their theory, which was yelled loudly in a Texas steakhouse, is that Nickleback has so much emotional gravitas that it’s immediately repellant because we aren’t prepared to face our emotions in the aisle of the grocery store so our ears protect us by telling us it’s bad.
And in the same way that bagpipes sound shrill when played randomly, the Nickleback lead singer guy’s voice is shrill. But that shrillness has a purpose and that purpose is to properly cut through our defenses. Which matters most when watching an impactful film moment.
I stg this isn’t pro-Nickleback propaganda. I haven’t listened to them voluntarily since I was a child so I completely forgot what their music sounded like. But after this, I went back to my hotel room and watched some of their music videos and This Man Is Correct.
Basically: all of their music videos are designed to capitalize on this and are all weird shit like ghosts trying to stop people from dying, angels walking invisibly among us etc. Every MV has like a Shyamalan-like twist that must have punched ppl in 2002 in the back of the head.
But because they got really popular, we started having to hear their music in Incompatible Settings—separate from the visuals it requires to thrive. So, as a result, it sounds melodramatic and shrill, and you would do anything to make it stop.
Like bagpipes in the grocery store.
I don’t know you Cowboy Hat Music Theory Man but you genuinely had me Pikachu face about this for the rest of the time I was in Texas.
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I love the aesthetic of road side motels. Garish neon signs stabbing into the cold night air, a sun bleached paint job that hasn’t been changed since the 90s, a parking lot full of potholes and cracks with grass shooting through, an in ground pool that’s been empty for years (save for the half inch of rain water and pond scum that’s accumulated at the deep end), a rusted chain link fence, bug zappers by every door, a vending machine that only accepts coins because the bill reader is broken, a rickety elevator with beige panels and grey-green fluorescent lights. Each room comes with free cable AND air conditioning, but they all smell like cigarettes and bad life choices. Any number of colorful characters stay there; convicts running from the law, lovers hiding their trysts, travelers who’ve been on the road for 12 hours and just need to place to rest, ghosts from the past trying to reconnect with the future. Motels like these are liminal spaces, transitory, neither here nor there, checkpoints between destinations, it’s like they don’t really count, don’t really exist in our reality.
You never go out of your way to stay there, it just kinda pulls you in.
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i know this will make me sound old and boring but once i’m home for the night i’m home. i don’t like upsetting my plans even when i don’t have any. yes it’s only 8pm but i spent the whole evening believing i’m not going anywhere, i cannot perceive or be perceived right now, try again later
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less than a year ago i couldn’t wait to get out of my shitty 2nd floor apartment in the city, now i’m in an absolutely gorgeous apartment with lots of sun and trees around it, first floor, lots of space, but i still don’t feel right. there’s still too many people around, we’re on a busy road, the house we’re in has 4 other apartments and all the people here have kids that constantly make noise and i feel like i can’t go anywhere here without being surrounded by people. i can’t open the windows without hearing the noise of traffic and huge trucks that are constantly going by. i’m grateful to be where i was dreaming of just last year, but already feeling like i can’t wait to leave here and finally finally have our own little house in the woods, away from it all.
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Verdelite in Quartz, Chlorite Quartz, Aventurine and a Plum blossom
Over and over
deeper and deeper
layer by layer
life gets touched by healing
in abundance
knowing no scarcity of love
as it is present in all that lives
°Woodlights Woudlicht
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waterfalls in the middle of the forest during daytime | Sandra Seitamaa
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