#pia

Suddenly exhausted, she closes her eyes and slips into nightmares again. Graveyards rising out of the ocean. Her friends’ corpses in the light of their burning school. Skeletons ripping open men's chests and crawling inside. She endures it patiently, waiting for the horror film to end and the theater to go dark, those precious few hours of blackout that are her only respite. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#dystopia #nightmares #tragic #men

For some hippies, this vision could only be realised by rejecting scientific progress as a false God and returning to nature. Others, in contrast, believed that technological progress would inevitably turn their libertarian principles into social fact. Crucially, influenced by the theories of Marshall McLuhan, these technophiliacs thought that the convergence of media, computing and telecommunications would inevitably create the electronic agora - a virtual place where everyone would be able to express their opinions without fear of censorship. Despite being a middle-aged English professor, McLuhan preached the radical message that the power of big business and big government would be imminently overthrown by the intrinsically empowering effects of new technology on individuals. ↗

— Richard Barbrook

#age

Undertown. You maybe don’t remember it. Your clothes don’t smell of it. Of the filth, the rot. The stinking hell of vapor and grime. The warren of hovels and the millions of us starving in them, defending whatever pathetic collection of things we call ‘ours’—sometimes to the death, yet still doing little more than waiting to die. ↗

— Julio-Alexi Genao

#death

Please, Percy...change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#heroes-of-olympus #horses #humor #hygiene #percy-jackson

Now, this was a combination that she wouldn’t dare to dream of, even in her worst nightmare. ↗

— B. Barmanbek

#future #science-fiction #utopia #dreams

Nora knows better than most that nothing lasts forever. Life doesn't, love doesn't, hope doesn't, so why would death, hate, or despair? Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#death #despair #dystopia #hope #life

All paradises, all utopias are designed by who is not there, by the people who are not allowed in. [Conversation with Elizabeth Farnsworth, PBS NewsHour, March 9, 1998] ↗

— Toni Morrison

#exclusion #inspiration #paradises #utopias #wishes

Imperfection is the doorway for which perfection may step through...perfection must be enforced, it must be soldered into the eyes of the blind, it must be severed methodically and sewn into the very warmth that keeps at bay the cold of the night. Imperfection is the fire that sets alight the dark passage through which perfection wanders...and we must embrace it all, we must have purpose to survive. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#death #dread #forgiveness #goal #greed

Schoolwork came easy to me. I learned to play piano effortlessly. I was coasting. ↗

— Trent Reznor

#easy #effortlessly #i #learned #me

I made so many promises when I arrived here. Now I'm not so sure. Now I'm worried. Now my mind is a traitor because my thoughts crawl out of bed every morning with darting eyes and sweating palms and nervous giggles that sit in my chest, build in my chest, threaten to burst through my chest, and the pressure is tightening and tightening and tightening Life around here isn't what I expected it to be. ↗

— Tehereh Mafi

#books #dystopian #love #sadness #life