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a collection of seemingly unintentionally profound shitposts that fill me with a viscerally intense feeling of existential awareness
Happy holidays to everyone whose holiday isn’t what they want it to be. whether it is illness, poverty, distance from loved ones or something else that’s making things tough for you this year, i hope that you can find peace and warmth. i hope that your year will end and start on a brighter note
Coyote finds old dog toy, acts like a puppy
A photographer spotted a coyote as it trotted into her yard and explored a toy left in the snow. What she managed to capture on camera is the beauty of play.
Aries: The great stone aeries hewn from the very rock of the mountaintops. Inaccessible, except to those with wings. The roosting halls are littered with bones and empty suits of armor.
Taurus: The colossal secret workshops hidden deep withing the mountains. The great water-wheels lay motionless, the aquifers clogged by scrap and corpses, massive bellows stoking forge fires that have long since gone out.
Gemini: Sprawling garden temples teeming with life. Doorways sealed shut by tree roots, an entire river redirected to pass through the center now flows over the aqueduct walls, carpeting the old holy carvings with moss and river grasses.
Cancer: A graveyard. A grove of sacred trees, each planted in the bosom of a departed soul. The walls have crumbled and the groundskeepers have been dead for centuries. A black ram watches you from a nearby hilltop.
Leo: The courtyard of a long dead philosopher king. Marble statues in dramatic poses, missing limbs and finer features. Wildflowers reach towards their ankles. All encircled by the remains of a palace, only the foundations are left.
Virgo: A temple to the winter itself. Grand feasting halls and warm hearths. Vaulted ceilings built so high the priestesses tended to their own indoor forests. The place is frozen white now, colossal pine trees reaching through the stone to the winter sky.
Libra: An apple orchard. The ground is covered in little pink blossoms. The cider press still wanders the grounds, grinding intruders to a fine golden mulch.
Scorpio: The hanging rock. An altar to the sky. The perch where souls are taken to the next life. The tree of hooks is bare and rusted by the sea salt air. The ground is long since picked clean. Sea birds dont dare to rest here, lets they be mistaken for gruesome bait.
Ophiuchus: A college built into the cliffside. Rolling green hills and ivy cascading over the facade like a waterfall. The great doors are locked. Lavender grows from the window shutters.
Sagittarius: The great stone shipyards. Scuffs on the colossal walls tell of imperious warships and merchant fleets. The locks are stuck closed. Willows grow from the dry docks. The lighthouse watches on.
Capricorn: A ramshackle town built above a sewer cistern. Tiny homes made from trash and driftwood. A schoolhouse, a hospital, even a courthouse, all slowly sinking into the mire.
Aquarius: The grounds where the carnival was held. Nothing but grass and stars now.
Pisces: The site of an old battle. Grass uproots the cobblestones. Countless weapons are thrust into the earth, the hilts tied with red cloth, listing gently in the wind.
