#notthisagain

Ah. Of course. The battering ram discourse.

I had thought—naïvely, I see now—that it had, at last, been laid to rest. That we as a people had moved past it. That time, in its boundless mercy, had granted us reprieve. But no. Like a cursed relic buried beneath centuries of dust, only to be unearthed by some unsuspecting scholar who should have left it alone, it returns.

And now, Figwit.

I do not know whether I should feel honored or deeply, deeply exhausted by the knowledge that my name is spoken in the same breath as such discourse. A name that—if my own scholarly deductions are correct—stands for "Fine, Great… Witty Fig?" That cannot be right, and yet it is the best theory I have.

And Glorfindel. Of course his voice was heard. I would not be surprised if he were deliberately feeding this nonsense, lounging somewhere with a goblet in hand, chuckling to himself as he sows further chaos. I know what you have done, Glorfindel.

Alas, I suppose I am powerless to stop such things from being said. Words, once loosed into the world, take on lives of their own. And if I must bear this, then so be it.

A contractor for Nasa urged the space agency to conduct more safety checks before the highly-anticipated first launch of its Starliner rocket – which is set to take off as soon as next week – “before something catastrophic happens”. https://www.independent.co.uk/tech/nasa-contractor-boeing-starliner-launch-b2542947.html It was supposed to launch last week, but someone spotted a valve problem —…

Drugs, vices, soul ties, generational curses, addictive personality traits, violence, self sabotage, & gluttony.. Here I hang this life sized painting mirroring the actions that the people I loved most found themselves entangled in, including myself. A bed of truth and my personal perceptions covered in “under influenced” escapades. Individuals becoming strangers. to not only themselves but the people around them. Finding themselves in old ran down motel bathroom stalls, looking for a rush in the middle of a city of hades. Which at this point seems be very easy to find in any place, that’s anywhere. This is not a judgmental piece by any means. This a self reflection piece at best & a 28min night drive somewhere you have no place being, as an unfavorable interpretation.

I put a lot of time, energy, love, thoughts, pain, whatever into this project. I don’t know what I want from it, but I do choose & hope to grow from my thoughts about what I take from this. Hope that fans, family, friends, supporters dont get so caught up in the world that don’t get to see the world.

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I love them so much