offers an entire handful of pills papers and candies
But real talk: yeah it would be great if they could be people again. I’m not sure most of them can. I’m not sure it’s practical to save the ones we maybe can. I think death is genuinely the only out for them. I hate this. I hate what they’ve become, and more than that I hate what they did ti themselves to become it. I hate that there are things that look like people–even specific people we used to love–that just aren’t anymore.
All the most famous 20th century SciFi was just allegories for things the authors couldn’t talk about or think about directly because they were such huge parts of their lives.
offers an entire handful of pills papers and candies
But real talk: yeah it would be great if they could be people again. I’m not sure most of them can. I’m not sure it’s practical to save the ones we maybe can. I think death is genuinely the only out for them. I hate this. I hate what they’ve become, and more than that I hate what they did ti themselves to become it. I hate that there are things that look like people–even specific people we used to love–that just aren’t anymore.
It feels like living through some real-life version of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Pod people. Pod people everywhere…
As it turns out:
All the most famous 20th century SciFi was just allegories for things the authors couldn’t talk about or think about directly because they were such huge parts of their lives.
Or just cool stories about robots and spaceships.