CREEPY THINGS THAT I ENJOY

CREEPY THINGS THAT I ENJOY

A heavy thunderstorm. Large raindrops pummeling the ground and rooftops, the crashing of thunder above your home, flashes of lightning warning of their encroaching roar.

For only a short time, absolute darkness. The sensation of having your eyes taken away from you stimulates your other senses. Every sound you’ve learned to absent mindedly ignore comes rushing at you. Sounds you’ve never noticed now have your full attention. Is this what it looks like in the far reaches of space? A glimpse of nonexistence?

Isolation in nature. Listening to the sound of trees whispering with the wind. The snapping and twigs beneath your feet, the crunch of snow, the swish of leaves. The idea of you being the only human within sight is lovely and should be cherished. Even in the desert, where you may be the only life within your expansive view is beautiful. Although I’m not the biggest fan of being under the sun, its harsh oppression of a desert landscape is where some of its most singular work is done.

Places abandoned by civilization. Any part of a city or town forgotten by people, shrouded in fog is an eerie place of wonder. Every room, every object is a bit of a mystery; not of what it is, but why it’s there. Who left it and why there of all places? These stories can be sad or sinister which makes them all the more significant. The return of nature adds an aesthetic element and reminds us that she will eventually reclaim everything.

Some people believe that dreams are a window into the subconscious. Some people believe that dreams are prophetic and can reveal glimpses of future possibilities. People’ll believe in anything if it’s wild enough. But I know better. Dreams are visions of past lives and alternate selves. Those horrific dreams you’ve been having? Yeah, you did that… or at least a version of you did. But the shame is yours all the same. I don’t sleep anymore on account of my being a terrible human being. It says a lot about my other selves if I’m ashamed of them. If I’m the best version of me, I send my deepest condolences to the people in alternate realities that crossed my path; past, present, and future alike.

Clovis Bray testing his first robot on his newborn son

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So Distant these fears

Each awakening brings distance more

A lighter heart, a clearer mind

But nothing’s changed.

Not me or the fears