you ever make a typo that botches the circle. "thus, my message to you"* in the first post. god dammit

a story has an introduction, a climax, and a resolution. we share our experiences through stories, but we are not *only* stories. we are *lives*.

to quote my favorite media, "the train will go to the next station without fail. what about the stage? what about us?"

thus, i hope to keep seeing you

we need to keep living, no matter what. we can find our moments of joy together between the strife that's thrown at us. there is still good to be found in this world in the midst of all this chaos. even if temporary, even if momentary, we can still create special, meaningful moments together

i cannot tell you what needs to be done to pave our way to a better future. i am neither an oracle nor a hero. but what I can tell you, as a fellow living being, is that we only grow weaker in your absence. we lose someone to fight for. we lose someone we could have seen the sunrise with.

the very act of living becomes a form of rebellion. people like us are seen as inferior, seen as subhuman. the opps want to play god and remove us from their vision. we're betrayed by those who we call allies because they want to fit themselves into that incompatible vision.

to resist, we persist

this world has always been an ephemeral place. countless evil tyrants have exercised unfair rule over their subjects, and countless tyrants have fallen with nothing to take with them. oppressive legacies began and ceased, and we're always left trying to find a way forward afterwards.

we always do.

it's so unbelievably bleak right now. i don't blame anyone who just wants to give up and let everything go quiet. we're being overwhelmed with so much doom and gloom with no recourse in sight other than to watch it all burn to the ground while the elites get away with it.

please, stay with me.

what's the point, then? are we just going to keep being stomped to the ground as data centers are built right across the street, ruining our ears and hogging all the power? are we just going to be silenced at every corner as we realize that the people serving us are only serving themselves?

what the world is going through right now is nothing short of horrific. countless people are being denied by machines to run their life; cut off from aid that keeps food on their table; murdered for the very act of existing. conditions are faltering as those in power only get richer

you may have already seen plenty of posts recounting the good that has happened despite all the bad and felt nothing. you may have seen posts rallying for action, only for you to realize that you can't do anything "meaningful." you may be at your wits' end, ready to just cut everything off

Fuck my chungus life I didn't hit send. This chapter is good to show the evolution of tsumugu and Tao and how they are at this point equals in various ways, Tao literally lowering herself to meet tsumugu

like you can't tell me that it should be normal for deep voice = masc and higher voices = fem when there are plenty of even cisgender examples where this does not apply. but, then, so much of sexing is very white-centric

the taco meat is a bit of a nightmare though