not to be gay or anything but if i went to the ocean and noticed a very beautiful girl in the water, who just so happened to be singing the most enticing song, i would wade over to her and let her take hold of my hand and drag me to the bottom of the sea.
I want to see sirens who don’t have their own voice. Instead, they steal the voices of previous victims who were fooled into following what they thought was a loved one’s cry or someone calling for help.
Maybe it was because of the selfie. Not the selfie itself, but the fact that I couldn’t take one or go a day without hearing someone complain about them. It was just another form of photo, why were people so upset?
I remembered when the photo was first invented; they said it was a way to capture a soul on a flat surface and trap time itself in one place. The first theory for why we didn’t show up on them was that we didn’t really have much of a soul left and the second theory was that camera’s used mirrors. That one made more sense.
Photographs were honest, I liked that about them, and selfie’s were honest too, even the ones with a dog filter. They were all saying something.
I wished I could use the dog filter.
That’s not why I climbed out of my silk sheets one morning and gave the keys to my apartment to the nearest homeless person and started walking. It wasn’t because of the dog filter, or the second coming of fascism or rising planet temperatures, and it wasn’t even because Anna was visiting town and my restraining order was back in effect (once you live long enough you rack up a number of these with the other undead).
Ningyo is a Japanese water fairy who cries pearls instead of tears. Some say that Ningyo has the head of a human and the body of a fish. Others believe it is clad in sheer silk robes that move about it, like waves. Ningyos dwell in gorgeous palaces beneath the sea, and are very seductive.
Urashima Taro was a young fisherman with a kindly nature. One day, while returning home, came upon some youths tormenting a turtle.When he could not make them stop, he offered to buy the creature from them. The youths grabbed his money and ran, so the fisherman place the poor turtle in the shallows and watched as it recovered and swam away. Out in his boat the next day, Urashima heard someone calling his name. Looking down, he saw the turtle he had rescued, and was amazed when it invited him to visit the King’s Palace beneath the waves. Urashima climbed on its back and the turtle grew much larger, taking him down to a magnificent palace. Brilliant fish ushered him into the presence of a lovely Sea Princess, who told Urashima that she was, in fact, the turtle he had rescued. The fisherman was utterly smitten, and he and the maiden lived in bliss for three days. Urashima then became worried about his parents and insisted on visiting them. His lady gave him a small box as a talisman, with instructions NOT to open it. Urashima promised to obey.
🐢 On returning to his village, he was dismayed, for everything was different, and folk told of a young fisherman who had disappeared 300 years ago.With nothing left of this home, Urashima could only return to the underwater palace, but first he rested on the shore in bewilderment. Seeking some answers, he pulled out the talisman box and opened it. A violet mist rose from it and enveloped him, whereupon he crumbled to dust.
🐢 This tale warns us- as so many do- that time passes differently in Fairyland, and that if we forget our world, we may not get back to it. It warns of too great an immersion in fairy matters, but also, in a sense, of too little. It was Urashima’s lack of faith and questing human mind that killed him. Our error is to try to have our cake and eat it,too!