Our souls have always been free, unchained we have walked the earth, taken flight through seamless thoughts, but we are ruled by a decree that binds us to this world, now, material heaven religion and propagation, the suffocation of unending needs, we have forgotten to be free;
“we are tied until we rise we are broken until we are put together, we are silent until we speak”
yet seldom do we heed the voice that has guided us for so long, from inception to death, we forget to hear the call, and we succumb as a race to the tyranny of others who have forgotten too, what it is to be human.
Imma be real. The Tower book made me.... immensely uncormfortable, mostly due to the way they portrayed Nadia, Julian, and Asra treating Lucio. It gave me flashbacks to when people used to exclude me from groups and shit and knowing how that feels, thinking people want to be close with you and finding out they hate you.... and also how they acted reminded me of that phenomenon where a group will sort of collectively put another person down... I cringe every time. Ugh
(It was just as bad as Pity Party, maybe even worse.
Like, this was probably his worst nightmare. Coming back to nobody having missed him, having actively wanted him gone, even, with his things destroyed, his title and marriage dissolved, being told with glee that he’ll die forgotten and alone… If the people I thought were my friends did that to me, I honestly wouldn’t survive it, I’d straight up lose the will to live.
I get it that hating him is a joke and that he’s done horrible things, but still. If you take the comedic lens off of it, it’s purely sadism)