hey idk what to write here

- when you’re jay walking, cars will actively accelerate bc the drivers want to kill you for breaking the rules

- servers in restaurants act very scared and apologetic, so maybe people aren’t nice to them here??? or I could be terrifying

- it’s really cute when little kids have British accents, but I’m unmoved by adults with accents

- extremely good gluten free options. this country is like 20 years ahead of Canada in that regard

- people will give random insignificant buildings names with little plaques. and then that’s the name that shows up on the map. like even a smaller than average family home, you can name it like it’s a dog

- lots of brick and stone buildings. looks cute and charming until you enter one and there’s no air conditioning

But from what i can gather thats Crystal Thierry, also known as page73girl. Who seems to have been a model for the now defunct biggestletdown.com…

to Immanentize the Eschaton means to bring about utopian conditions and create heaven on Earth

the phrase is first cited in the Discordian religious text, Principia Discordia (1963), for whom Discord (aka Eris) is goddess:

the first line of Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea’s 1975 The Illuminatus! trilogy: “It was the year when they finally immanentized the Eschaton.”

in Frederik Pohl’s The Eschaton Sequence (1997 - 1999), the human race is caught up in a galactic war between two alien races attempting to immanentize the eschaton

in Ken Macleod's The Stone Canal (1997), one of the chapters is “Another crack at Immanentising the Eschaton”

There's a series of mysterious, otherwise unconnected deaths happening across the country, where the only things that the deceased have in common are that they had at least one enemy who would want them actually-for-real-fucking-dead, but who invariably always had a solid alibi of where they were during the time of death, and almost every time there's an eyewitness who insists that they saw a large black horse, with no reins, harness nor saddle, walking loose by itself somewhere in the area, walking away from the location the death occurred. Even in places where a horse would be an extremely unlikely sight, like at 3 am in the middle of a city without a stable anywhere nearby.

The black stallion becomes known as an ill omen, a messenger of mysterious deaths of generally somewhat-signifcant people, all unlikely but ambiguously accidental. People have ambivalent feelings towards it, some consider it simply a dark and evil, terrifying thing, while some point out that none of these black horse incidents have happened to "innocent people"; It's always been someone involved in some kind of shady business.