that statement

from “October,” by Louise Glück

5.

It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world.
It is also true that I am not competent to restore it.
Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some use.

I am
at work, though I am silent.

The bland

misery of the world
bounds us on either side, an alley

lined with trees; we are

companions here, not speaking,
each with his own thoughts;

behind the trees, iron
gates of the private houses,
the shuttered rooms

somehow deserted, abandoned,

as though it were the artist’s
duty to create
hope, but out of what? what?

the word itself
false, a device to refute
perception — At the intersection,

ornamental lights of the season.

I was young here. Riding
the subway with my small book
as though to defend myself against

the same world:

you are not alone,
the poem said,
in the dark tunnel.

‘autistic and autistic-coded characters are often desexualised and seen as universally incapable of sexual or romantic attraction and autistics who do experience attraction are allowed to want representation of all facets or their identity’ and ‘autistic asexuals and aromantics exist and are allowed to want representation of all facets of their identity’ are both true statements that are able to coexist

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9 days of Sense8
Day 5: #willappreciationday (Will Gorski) - “Well, fucked up dreams I got plenty of.”

Dear Chester,

Our hearts are broken. The shockwaves of grief and denial are still sweeping through our family as we come to grips with what has happened.

You touched so many lives, maybe even more than you realized. In the past few days, we’ve seen an outpouring of love and support, both public and private, from around the world. Talinda and the family appreciate it, and want the world to know that you were the best husband, son, and father; the family will never be whole without you.

Talking with you about the years ahead together, your excitement was infectious. Your absence leaves a void that can never be filled—a boisterous, funny, ambitious, creative, kind, generous voice in the room is missing. We’re trying to remind ourselves that the demons who took you away from us were always part of the deal. After all, it was the way you sang about those demons that made everyone fall in love with you in the first place. You fearlessly put them on display, and in doing so, brought us together and taught us to be more human. You had the biggest heart, and managed to wear it on your sleeve.

Our love for making and performing music is inextinguishable. While we don’t know what path our future may take, we know that each of our lives was made better by you. Thank you for that gift. We love you, and miss you so much.

Until we see you again,

LP

—  The official Linkin Park Statement on Chesters Suicide
D-Day

So I was re-reading the chapter in Rise of the Ogre that talks about the first time Murdoc ran his car over 2D’s face when I noticed… the title for this part of the story

August 15th, 1997. That’s the date Murdoc and 2D ‘met’.

In a few weeks, 20 years will have passed since it.

20 years since they know each other. 20 years since the day their lives changed forever.