Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It is too busy trying to survive. It is all closed in, to a kind of still, intense waiting. Is this a key? Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.
May Sarton, from Volume One: Journal of a Solitude (Norton, 1977)
im so glad i found these articles and papers on red vs blue’s impact, especially during the BGC era because while i always knew that RVB was iconic and and revolutionary as a new storytelling medium, i didn’t understand just HOW revolutionary it was. now im no longer begging my friends to watch a gamer show please god it gets really good, now i am expertly recommending them a revolutionary piece of anti-war media that is a successor to the 1950s theater of the absurd movement that has been compared to M*A*S*H and waiting for godot, which was played at film festivals and written about in the New York Times, and they should be thanking me
Sometimes you're imprisoned in a tower for the first eighteen years of your life and you meet 1 man and feel real human connection for the first time and think you're in love with him
And THEN in the labyrinthine halls of your new prison, a castle this time, while you try to think around the cacophony of everyone telling you how happy you are now, you meet a girl who's like you, who feels imprisoned by the walls and rules around her, who yearns for freedom and genuine connection just like you do, who has a rare and lovely grin and biting sense of humor and a double-edged temper honed like her sword
And you start to learn about the many faces and temperatures of love in a way you had no concept of before, locked in your tower, and maybe she does too, and maybe you're not in love with a man at all, maybe he's your best friend and your partner and you'd trust the world to him—but her. You'd give the world for her.