The land outside is warped and twisted by the touch of those things that feed on your suffering, and behind those rough, wooden planks it seems they cannot reach you.
The screams may linger on the distant breeze, and your Eye may wander beyond the curtains from time to time, but you and the one you love are, it seems, safe.
If you had need to eat, no doubt there would be food; if you had need to sleep, no doubt the beds would be welcoming.
But you have need of neither, and so you sit in your meager comfort and belief of security with nothing to do, nothing to distract your mind from the agonies that lie just beyond your window.
And those diversions you do find will offer no relief –
– but simply numb the mind into mournful nostalgia for a time when the world you inhabited seemed to make sense.
The screams may linger on the distant breeze, and your Eye may wander beyond the curtains from time to time, but you and the one you love are, it seems, safe.
If you had need to eat, no doubt there would be food; if you had need to sleep, no doubt the beds would be welcoming.
But you have need of neither, and so you sit in your meager comfort and belief of security with nothing to do, nothing to distract your mind from the agonies that lie just beyond your window.
And those diversions you do find will offer no relief –
– but simply numb the mind into mournful nostalgia for a time when the world you inhabited seemed to make sense.
—The Magnus Archives, Episode 162: A Cozy Cabin
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2029? That's not a real year. Like, by 2029 I'll be drinking moon juice with president Johnathan Taylor Thomas, I'm not gonna be writing you a paper check.
— John Mulaney, The Comeback Kid
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If unemployment exceeds 30% and distrust of the political process becomes widespread, there is a danger that the United States will enter what historians call The Cool Zone.
— Twitter user @SeanRMoorhead
