Welcome to Night Vale

a friendly desert community, where the sun is still hot, the moon still beautiful, and mysterious lights still pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep

the sun has risen, you are awake, this symmetry is not without meaning

se report only the real, the semi-real, and the verifiably unreal

there’s a thin, semantic line separating weird and beautiful, and that line is covered in jellyfish

hang a map of a place you’ll never go on your living room wall, draw new streets, tear off bodies of water, wait for news crews to arrive

you’ll be safe here, says a whisper behind you 

the future is what you make of it, just know that your supplies are limited 

blinking red light in the night sky, the future is changing, but it’s hard to tell 

the optimist says the glass is half-full, the pessimist says the glass is half-empty, it is only the truth-seeker who wonders, why is the glass there? why is there water all over the floor? why is it covering every other surface of the house? who, or what, is doing this to us? 

trust everyone 

your existence is not impossible, but it’s also not very likely 

bananas are hardly that slippery, but watch your step, anyway 

look to the obelisk, we don’t know where it came from, but it’s attracting a lot of cats 

this is a story about you, said the man on the radio, and you were pleased, because you always wanted to hear about yourself on the radio 

the policeman in that intersection is not directing traffic, he’s coding an urgent message to all of us 

today’s air quality is mauve, and speckled 

regret nothing, until it’s too late, then regret everything