Giving The People What They Want

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Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

are you secretly a super powered robot?

Jokes on you, anon.

—Alright, try it again now.

Jokes on you, anon.

—Alright, try it again now.

Jokes on you, anon.

—Alright, try it again now.

Jokes on you, anon.

—Alright, try it again now.

Jokes on you, anon.

—Alright, try it again now.

It was much like Mars to forget things when they were concentrating on something else. They could forget chores, appointments, names, homework… They could also forget to get some air, and social interaction for weeks.

This wasn’t a good sign, by any means.

Somehow, something snapped Mars back into reality. They had been in their apartment for a good while, sending their clones to do chores and even school for them, while they stayed home to… To do what? Nothing that meant they couldn’t see the sunlight, or their friends, surely.

This strange sensation of coming back to the ‘now’ made the human feel weird inside, guilty, even. The first thing that came to their mind was just how long they had gone without meeting Cosmic, their best friend. Could they still call him a best friend, after neglecting their friendship for so long?

Mars had pulled themselves from their bed, took a short shower with cold water, and dressed up in whatever they found first. They wouldn’t give themselves a chance to hesitate, to procrastinate in meeting Cosmic again. If it wasn’t today, god knew how long it would be until they had a realization again.

With a bag of donuts in one hand, and a tray with coffee on the other, Mars nervously manifested themselves at their friend’s place, knocking gently on the door with their feet, since their hands were busy. They bit their lip. “Maybe I should have texted before…”

He was curled up in a tight blanket burrito, softly snoozing away on his couch in the living room. Soft music was playing in the background. He found it helped him to relax and helped him to fall asleep as well.

At first the knocking he heard mingled into his dream, but then he became more aware of it and slowly woke up. 

“Coming… just a second….” He called still half-asleep. The more awake part of him wondered who could it be at his void house, and hoped there was no such thing as door to door salesmen in the void. 

He unfurled himself from his blankets, and put on his jacket. Then he lumbered over to the door, and opened it. He was so surprised speechless at first when he saw who it was. He blinked a few times, and then a big grin erupted on his face. 

“Mars! Hey, pal! Haven’t seen you in quite a while! How ya’ve been? Why don’t you come on in? And bring those tasty treats in along with you too.” He grinned. He opened the door and ushered Mars inside. “Make yourself at home.”

“Thank you, it really has been a long time.” They admitted, shyly, making their way into Cosmic’s home. “I’ve been alright, but I feel even better now that I’m here with you.”