2026-06-12
The Gates to Hades are the terrace of my building - part 2
Disclaimer
- personal
- target audience - strictly myself
- speaking aloud, may not endorse on reflection
Main
- So much for having fun.
- Just came back from visiting my terrace and holy mother of god I feel actually mildly sick.
- I don't know, it just freezes you in place. Bodies upon bodies upon bodies in every direction, above there's an illumanted sky with grey clouds, and just graveyards upon graveyards in every direction.
- What the actual fuck, man? What the actual fuck.
- Mass murdering everyone responsible for this would be a kindness relative to the hell these people deserve. What the actual fuck.
- I'm not the type of person to dissociate but I did feel atleast mildly dissociated from my own body. I don't know, I felt just thrown into this entirely other place. There is this bar (daaru ka theka) near Dimapur on Assam-Nagaland border I was once driven to, I have positive memories associated with it, won't be writing those publicly. It was just immediate flashback to that place.
- Cities are all quite similar, but each town is a little unique. I was (and still am) upset that so many towns will be destroyed.
Main 2
- My name is Samuel and I am a terrorist. When I'm through with you, you will wish I had never been born at all.
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