The moon is on my side, I have no reason to run.



"Is this a happy ending, Cerastes?" Polaris asked me, standing in the chilly garden of the hospital. He had thrust his hands into his pockets and was staring at the road, idly.

"No," I told him. "There are no happy endings, Polaris. There are happy moments; times we stop and find ourselves joyful. But they're not endings. The only endings are when people die."

He gave me a sharp and all-too-perceptive look; this was not the laughing Polaris who came to my town and upset my happy life nine months ago. Then again, I was not the shallow shopkeeper who had sold him his book, nine months ago.

"I thought death could make me happy."

"Death only makes you dead, Polaris."

- 'Cartographer's Craft', by Copperbadge


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I keep thinking that someday I'll find what I'm looking for, but the days drag on listlessly and all I've been doing is waiting. What would it take for you to love me?




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❝I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.❞
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

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❝And I’d study the science of you ‘til I turned it into an art. The way your atoms rub together. Molecules colliding. Chemistry building. Explosions of heat and radiation. Burning like a star at the end of the world.❞

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❝You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.❞
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby 

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