Have you ever looked into the void? The space behind your eyes as you look in to the mirror? The blackness where your soul is supposed to reside?
The nothingness?
I suppose it might not be Nothing for everyone. For me, however, behind my pinprick pupils as I look into my bathroom mirror, Nothing appears. No soul. No self. Nothing.
As mentioned in the title, this is a guest post. Credit to Bria.
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The folklore of the Six Pillars has kept itself alive in the minds of the villagers for hundreds of years. Elusive and ever-changing as the tale may be, locals never fail to draw inspiration and a strange sense of patriotism from the structure that has stood and thrived through the elements throughout the centuries. What does it mean? How was it made? It all remains a mystery, with deeper curiosities than the likes of the comparable relic of Stonehenge.
The barren land of Saphik is comprised of 3,300 acres of fruitless land; all resources stripped from the reservation due to lack of cultivation and residual devastation from wars endured throughout the years. Yet, a single monument continues to bear witness to what was. The Six Pillars stand tall and are made out of a mysteriously refined form of igneous rock mended with soot and a primitive concoction of cement. How could a symbol of culture and society exist in a wasteland? The existence of the structure has raised many questions, but birthed more stories and legends than logical explanations.
Even still, nearby villagers who thrive in livable ecosystems have still managed to draw inspiration from the pillars. It remains a symbol of hope, perseverance, and accomplishment in a land where the construction of such a monument is virtually impossible. The Saphik natives have claimed the land with their flag and aspire to transform it into the fertile territory that it was once believed it to be.
"You're nuts."
"What about my nuts?"
"No, you are nuts - crazy!"
"Oh, I thought you were talking about my secret cache."
"You have a secret cache?"
"Of nuts. Yes."
"Why do you have a secret cache of nuts?"
"For the winter, of course."
"For the winter?"
"When there are no nuts."
"..."
"What should I do?"
"Order out?"
"I'd prefer my nuts."
"All winter?"
"Yeah, man."
"... okay."
As mentioned in the title, this is a guest post. Credit to Matt DeCaro. I've tried to match his use of the page.
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Hello
thank you for being empty
it's hard to be empty
though
many are.
"You hungry?"
"Me? Sure."
"You can draw anything."
