#len tag

I was about to say “I like to put them all into situations” but actually, it’s more like I am a captive stenographer to which Sadren is dictating (unprompted) his travails in love and causing international turmoil. So I have to sit down and think about who I actually go out of my way to bother.

I guess Old Mora is one of my throughlines for Moribund. I drag her into every story I can. I don’t know how to express the function of her very well… But if Moribund were a video game, she would be the giant watchful death bird hidden in random corners of the world whose presence is never explained, really, but is constantly felt after you find her... if you find her... like, sometimes you just want to see what’s over the next hill. It could be anything. Giant Bird

She's not very personable and doesn’t like to reveal her interior world to me though. It takes a lot of time to figure out what she does or says, but it usually ends up expanding the world in an interesting way. I figured out the other day that she might have a part in keeping the East and West cardinal stars from falling out of conjunction. This also makes her an annoyance in the far South, because she brings the light out into the polar night when the Sun hasn’t yet returned. Catching sight of Mora dragging false suns through the sky is a brief reprieve from the polar dark, but also an awful omen. Everything she does to “help” (if at all she thinks she’s helping) seems to cause commensurate mayhem.

As for a more traditional blorbo… I think it might have to be Sinuk… Like, yes, this is the woman who I wrote into a black hole and annihilated. And her way of dealing with being written out of the story was to write herself back into the story, but imperfectly, like she had to cut and paste each letter by hand with safety scissors.

But more than that, I just think it’s fun to report on her post-post-doc activities. What’s she up to these days! She is good at taking up enough space to cause friction, but not so much that she steals everyone else’s thunder (not if it isn’t funny, at least.) I like to send her to distant corners of the world and introduce her to random characters and see what happens. My favorite kind of post-script daydreaming is goofy or mundane scenarios that are forever colored by the fact that these people went through hell to be able to have something as simple as this. I want Sinuk to have lots of those! … because of the black hole… and also because she’s a fun surface for other characters to bounce off of.

OK. I was collecting pictures of Sinuk bothering people but I lost the plot a little and so basically this is a Sinuk post now.

look at herrrrrrrrrrrrr

(feat. Coin - Talk Too Much)

Anyway, here’s Sinuk going over that next hill.

My friend,

What they don’t tell you about immortality is that your body forgets how to want. You won’t notice what you’ve become numb to until it’s too late. You will go months without eating or drinking and wonder why the things that once brought you joy have emptied themselves of meaning. My friends in the younger generation tell me that this is called “depression.” When I learned this, it came to me all at once, as if in a dream—why the gods of my ancestors slaughtered one another, why Old Mora chases disaster, why the Io must have their tyrannical heart devoured each summer. None of them have had a fruity drink in what I imagine to be hundreds of years.

It’s perverse, and wrong, and I won’t stand for it. I am a hedonistic street-rat at heart and I believe this is my only moral calling. The moment god forgets the taste of honey mesquite is the moment god decides all other creatures are meaningless noise. What awful delusions we suffer when eternity stares us down!

I am writing to you now while nursing a glass of non-alcoholic cidrecane. Addiction precludes me from the drink. I’m aware of the irony. After reading what I have written, my boyfriend sampled my cup and said “This is just apricot cider,” and then advised me to send this letter “without the diatribe,” which means that I will send it as it is.

I’m getting ahead of myself. I enjoy a little bit of everything. My latest vice is vaatlil, a fizzy juice of berries, bitters, and caribou blood that comes from West Scaiuq. This is what they serve foreigners who can’t keep pure caribou blood down. It’s delicious, but even still I can’t drink much, because I have the “thin stomach of a farmer” in the words of my boyfriend. (I’m not young anymore. After my last brush with lichen cheese, I know better than to try to prove my “Sarikote-ness” to him.) 

When I’m in the city, molchi and cha yen satisfy my sweet tooth. Herbal teas satisfy my need to seem sophisticated. I also enjoy coffee and maté, but I rarely drink them, as they cause me to become very stupid. I am now being teased because I drink “disgustingly sweet mocktails that would stop the hearts of lesser men.” This is untrue. I have made myself ill before and I will make myself ill again. “Spoken like a true masochist.” Can a man not write a letter without the dawn chorus crowing about his inability to distinguish love from pain?

I digress. These days I am spending more time on the East Coast, where I grew up. Many things have not survived these past hundred years, and what hasn’t died is doomed to meet a more mediocre end. My favorite teahouse, for example, serves a tepid mockery of what I drank in my youth. Nahe. I miss it, but only a little. This is the other thing they don’t tell you about immortality—what grows in spring is watered by your winter tears, and it will be sweeter than you remember. I never had Sati-Xanti food until an elderly couple opened a bodega at the end of the street. They serve a miawe-flavored molchi that would make me forgive Motu.

You must come visit sometime and try it. (The molchi, not forgiving Motu.)

hi hello len!! ofc memes

and this one obviously I have all of those saved

either ferrari or @derek.photography on instagram needs to drop high quality footage now or I will not make it to imola

okay putting this under a read more because theres gonna be . A Lot . also disclaimer theres some implied nsfw but nothing in depth ? kinda ?? youll see its right at the start /lh

ALSO i use they/it ( vvv rarely he / him for meru ) just a note ww

I was GOING to give this a jokey answer but actually. you know what. my mortifyingly sincere answer is 油菜花 / you cai hua [canola flower] by Jackie Chan, from the movie Little Big Soldier. Most of the versions of the song that are floating around on the internet are the bright-hearted studio version, but Jackie’s character, the Soldier, periodically sings it throughout the film, sometimes very tenderly