Memories of Sunday

Atey Ghailan

Cardcaptor Sakura: The Movie

A Letter to Momo

Hot and Cold, pt. 1

Being too warm or too cold, beyond the edge of comfort, is the closest experience of death I’ve had at my age. During high school, I recall forsaking my love of Winter because of the pretentiousness of thinking that way. Naturally people can love Winter when they are in a warm home looking out at it. The truth is I do love Winter, the quiet, cold death. For me, it’s sort of akin to oncoming headlights in the opposite lane – moth syndrome – and if I’m not careful, I might find myself merging into it. It’s an odd, seemingly subconscious desire, to put this body through something; maybe a way of trying to grasp control of this sensory prison.

Mirage

The man sitting in the chair before the reception desk asked him how he liked being here as opposed to there.

"It's largely all the same," he replied. "Living around, I've come to realize people are the same everywhere. They're all jerks doing whatever gets them ahead."

The man commented on how interesting he was in the context of an office.

"Truth be told," he said, "I'm not actually here right now."
He stood up and gestured gracefully with both arms extended.
 "I'm afraid none of this is real. I'm sorry, there's nothing for you to see here."

A Letter to Momo

The Girl Who Leapt Through Time

Patema Inverted

Application for Extension

You can't take it with you, or can you?
The wealthy have the means to purchase life extensions, and it makes sense to do so given that money can't be used once deceased.
When considering the afterlife, there seems to be one conclusion for those who can afford life-saving medical care. On the one hand, if there is no afterlife, then this life should be extended as long as possible since this is it. If there is an afterlife in the form of rebirth, one may end up back here in much more dire straits, in which case life should be extended while in a good position. Because energy can't vanish from the system, reincarnation seems the likely afterlife, if there is one.

Cardcaptor Sakura

Kokoro Connection

Cardcaptor Sakura

Cardcaptor Sakura: The Movie

The Girl Who Leapt Through Time

Cardcaptor Sakura

Sword Art Online

Cardcaptor Sakura

"Life, friends, is boring."

I have done my living.

The development of my physicality - that continual dream state that ends in birth - and the subsequent rapid splitting of cells and in vitro growth on the culture dish that is the world. It tapers; it slows.
And I come to the beginning of the end. I know my body is settling; all the cells and neurons I will ever have shuffle about my outline like quicksand finding temporary equilibrium. I know my mind and memory dull, and things aren't quite as vibrant as they used to be.

Dying is not some sudden end
later in life;
it begins at this time, what people consider youth.
The body blossoms
again and again
with a refresh of cells that are new, yet less effective
and more error prone than their predecessors.

Many live in reverse. The prenatal dark dreams bear striking resemblance to the delirious fantasies of the deathbed, a coincidence of similarity and chemistry. "Living" is then the awakening from the dream, the day-in-day-out ache that says 'you are alive!' beginning with the ache of your first breath - the drowned breaking the water's surface.
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I should point out that death, without interference, is painful. It happens to be, in order of occurrence, the second most jarring transition; the other being birth. The aches produced by what many consider to be living turn out to be us tip-toeing around that transition. We experience dying in many small ways before it ends.

Part of me, if I were to get fired.