Maybe the thing that money can buy is depth, and that's the whole fucking point. You can buy all the depth in the world and still miss the serious, simplistic joy that sits right on the meniscus of the surface tension of life.

Nobody has been rewarded for opting out of recognition within the system since the 90s, and then Starbucks went mainstream, so we're all cooked now. Just play the rules or change them, but you don't get to be mad at the results when you change them and nobody else knows what the fuck you're doing.

"This matters" should always be fucking loud. The people who say "lower your voice' have something they wanna protect, and it's usually at odds with the thing that matters.

I was taught by a weird fucking combination of Christian dogma, narcissism, and the scientific method. It's no wonder I was taught to believe that beliefs are tools and identity is flexible. Holy shit. 👀

I genuinely think that most of today's problems, and even problems as far back as Sigmund Freud, even, could be addressed by people just acknowledging that they're allowed to think about why they think.

One more for the night!

[The Distance Between Blows] auggieryn.dreamwidth.org/1045.html

Woot, finally got this fable out of my head and onto the page!

[Between Stone and Sky] www.webnovel.com/book/between...

Multiple releases went live tonight! Updates include Eternal Parallax, and two new fandom seeds over on Dreamwidth!

Deets and Links, Carry On 👇

[EtPar] www.webnovel.com/book/eternal...

[DistBetBl] auggieryn.dreamwidth.org/725.html

[CC] auggieryn.dreamwidth.org/843.html

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