oh god how did this get here i am not good with computer

 


 

Background music:
Click here because I can't put an audio widget in the profile

 

The scenes with the shark are usually very intense and disturbing.

 

I use Arch BTW

 

Fun fact: Neo-Nazi dipshit cartoonist Stonetoss is in fact Hans Kristian Graebener of Spring, Texas


DecayWTF
@DecayWTF

You can just post "vibeo ganes" or "having a #coffee" or a picture with some impact text on it, it's fine


roxivs
@roxivs

#coffee


This is secretly an effortpost.

When I moved here, it was decided we'd take a train roughly 3000 miles across the US, because it was a lot more economical than flying for the sheer weight and volume of luggage I needed to take with me. While this was a miserable experience for many reasons, I did get to see a lot of truly beautiful US countryside, and even got a handful of good shots on my shitty phone camera.

a desert plateau at midday

a brushy hill, outlined by a small river

tree studded hills rolling into foresty mountains

a winding river against a forested hill

All of this is cool, but that's not the point of the post. The point of this post is that nothing, no picture, no artists rendition, no verbal description, could possibly express what it's like to be awake all night in a vehicle with UV blocking windows as it rolls through the deserts of the American southwest.

a shitty blurry picture of the interior of a train car, with pitch black windows

I took much clearer, less blurry pictures, but this maybe comes the closest to expressing the experience. The shielding in the windows to prevent sunburn means that no starlight comes through. None whatsoever. Not a glimpse. They might as well be painted black, but for the fact that there are no imperfections, nothing obscuring the reflections of the train lighting, perfect, complete darkness that you know extends as far as the eye can see. Just you, in an empty train cabin, hurtling through nothing, endless nothing, for what feels like an eternity. I do not have the words to express how unnerving and unreal it was. Once every hour or two, we'd pass a solitary neon sign suspended in pitch blackness, before the darkest darkness I've ever known returned again for the next god knows how long. It is easily one of the most haunting things I've ever experienced, and a camera simply could not capture it, no matter how hard I tried.

I am having coffee though. It's alright.


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in reply to @DecayWTF's post:

At the other extreme, I did not enjoy microblogging because I always felt like I had too little space and had to try extremely hard to come up with something short and quippy, so being able to dump entire paragraphs and organize them with headings and colors is freeing

Thanks for saying this, lmao. I started seeing posts loaded up with CSS and stuff and got scared. "Oh no, it's social media for people who are smarter and more computer-y than me again :("