Leo and I visited Robin at lunch yesterday. We brought her some food. The guards felt the need to look through it before they let me give it to her, like I was going to hide a lockpick in her mashed potatoes or something. Christ almighty.
The conversation that came after was awkward, like most of my chats with Robin these days. She used to be so carefree. Now... well, now she's got the end of the world to think about, and the thought's been drilled into her head that it's her fault.
I can't say I blame her for feeling unhappy.
On an unrelated note, nobody at ARC reads this blog. They don't know it exists, actually.
I'm starting to get a bit of an idea.
Friday, November 29, 2019
Wednesday, November 6, 2019
Modernism
Leo and I have been so goddamn busy lately. Where did our lives go? We were just two stupid kids, and then everything turned into a nightmare.
But I guess that's not true, is it? Leo was hunted by the Manufactured Newborn long before I met him. The only thing that kept him safe was the presence of the shadiest Men in Black ripoffs around. I guess this world's just rotten all the way through. Time to throw it out, right?
...Well, that's not really right either.
Honestly, I'm just trying to figure out how to combine "things suck so much right now" and "things used to suck so much" in a way that results in any sort of positive worldview.
But I guess that's not true, is it? Leo was hunted by the Manufactured Newborn long before I met him. The only thing that kept him safe was the presence of the shadiest Men in Black ripoffs around. I guess this world's just rotten all the way through. Time to throw it out, right?
...Well, that's not really right either.
Honestly, I'm just trying to figure out how to combine "things suck so much right now" and "things used to suck so much" in a way that results in any sort of positive worldview.
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