#then i wrote a one act play about a girl hallucinating the myths of the stars while she died

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true immortality is so fun to think about in the long run

like vampires? you can still kill them. but true immortality is SO incredibly fascinating because the way i see it is that ur no longer an individual organism, youve become part of ur universe. you dont need to eat, sleep, or breathe to survive, im sure your brain would suffer long term from lack of enrichment at some point, but if you are truly immortal (like deadpool getting put back together when you 'die'), you'd exist until the heat death of the universe. i imagine that you'd fade into nothing upon said heat death and if the universe one day collapses on itself and is restarted, youd probably come back into existence.

i wrote a story my senior year of high school about this concept, that a human became truly immortal and was just living through the entire existence of his universe over and over, he spent so much time just trying to find sentient life forms, just for a glimpse at family, companionship, etc for the brief moment they exist before he's trapped in basically endless solitude for inconceivable amounts of time again. in my story he eventually was approached by another true immortal, one that was millions of universes older than him and had in all that time become closer to the universe and 'changed', becoming less an individual and more a small god? i didnt think of this back then but i really shouldve implied that the older immortal was really just the universe itself communicating to him, and it shouldve had a break at the end that showed that the human was ALSO just the universe itself, just a much younger and less connected consciousness within it.

oh did i mention that this story was a comedy and the punch line was that he ended up on a planet in his 8th universe that had a similar environment to earth, but it was flat, and he was inconsolably angry about flat earth happening?

#then i wrote a one act play about a girl hallucinating the myths of the stars while she died #there was gonna be a heartbeat that would literally go for the whole play #so you could hear her die #i had a racist english teacher but i was white so i just spited her with stories that were toeing the line of 'calling a counselor' #just to stress her out all year #mostly poc class so a lot of people wrote about their experiences with racism to make her uncomfy too #was the only trans person in class so i wrote about dysphoria as if it were an animal hunting me #she got REALLY good about my pronouns after that #i wrote a (frankly poorly done) psych eval for a character for a bigger project we did #she liked that one bc it was something she'd never seen someone do before #writing #immortality #only good thing that came out of that class was a love for eldritch horror