cat rat

People love to harp on Taylor for shooting a baby that one time but the secret is she was entirely right to shoot that baby. That baby being kidnapped by a guy who's main hobby is "keeping people aware and trapped in horribly painful time loops until long after the sun goes kaput." Every time Purity shows up she takes the time to look directly into the camera and proclaim her love for That Baby Taylor Shot not just as a mother loving her child, but as a Nazi who viewed that baby as the most inherently perfect, pure thing in a horrible world infested with people who weren't white. And she tried to throw that baby out the damn window. Taylor shooting that baby is really just a Purity L she was tangentially involved in cause what do you mean the teenager you tried to blow up two years ago saves your baby better than you do. L. In terms of net suffering prevented, shooting the baby is like the most moral thing she does in the entire book. It's not even in the top twenty most questionable things Taylor did. It's the easiest trolley problem of all time but, sadly, "Taylor shoots a goddamn baby in the head" is really easy to dumb down for casual reference in a way that stuff like "Taylor played chicken with Triumph's life to make his dad agree to argue against the city's condemnation" just isn't. Anyways this is why the marketplace of ideas sucks.

Link Click is like. what if Orpheus just kept going back again and again and again until his entire existence just became travelling the road back to hades to try one more time to get her because he promised her. and every time she looks in his eyes like it’s the first.

you really do have to feel so bad for will graham. imagine you find your person you find your other half you find the only person who really understands you and gets you and his voice sounds like the echo from the bottom of the canyon of your lonely existence like you actually find the person who completes you who you can’t imagine life without and it’s fucking gay dracula. i too would crash out

i feel like i need to go somewhere really really far

a handprint made in concrete is just the image of a hand, it’s not the real thing. or, it’s the absence of a hand, more than anything, the negative space. the casing around where it should be. it’s an indent that was made from something real - that could not have existed without something real - but it’s not the real thing, it’s just trying to be. maybe it’s not even trying. you put your hand there with your mother and the concrete remembers, and the handprint doesn’t even know why it exists, it just does. if we can make copies and not-things from real things in the world, who’s the say the world couldn’t do that itself? does it even need to know why?