Cleverlittlekobold - Humour-ous Theatre Daemon

U may be fooled by my constant melancholia and generally pathetic state of being but take heart in knowing that i am trying unfathomably hard to live

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truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

The one good thing about the proscenium arch and the television screen alike is that if it's a "window" into people's lives, then you can have both insight and reflection.

But if you see it as a Black Mirror... Then that's where the problem is. Stanislavsky said to love the art in ourselves, not to love ourselves in the art, and I think that can be applied here in a different sense than his meaning. There's art in other people to love too, and that's what love is, I think; seeing the art in another person.

Not every story is about seeing yourself in it. Sometimes it’s about learning to see other people too.

Apollo Smintheus:

Poseidon: no no, the "swiss cheese" is a simile here. I'm not actually looking like swiss chee-

Apollo, god of healing: And done! Do you feel any better?

Athena: Yeah, thank you Apollo

*Enter Poseidon, looking like a swiss cheese*

Apollo, god of prophecy: I was waiting for you

One must simply be. Enjoy the weal and the woe as it comes.

How do you appreciate the praise and positivity from people while not letting the hate get to you?

You kind of have to not really let the praise get to you either.

People who talk about what population density is necessary to "justify" a rail system are wrong but they're wrong in the opposite way from how they think. Even in Japan which has more than twice the population density of China the rail system is not profitable. JR makes most of its profit by operating malls and collecting rent from vendors. If you blindly follow profit instead of considering the broader social benefits the result will always be putting your rail system into a death spiral of rationalization. Stop expecting public transport to turn a profit that's not what it exists for.

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