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Perhaps, once, across vast and prosperous lands of abundance, inhabitants of many great civilizations thrived and cared for the earth they called their own. This was the way. Then, though, cloaked in black and filth, the slim faced invaders emerged from their firm ships, this shifted. The new status quo was to comply with theirs. How dare they punish progress? This would have been preferable had the inhabitants of the land had a choice, at least, but they did not. The foreigners knew this, and strategically sickened their people with disease—how could it have been an accident?—raped them and their land, and plunged their prosperity into the dark. As the years passed, only tales of the past, the former nature of this land, were what remained. Forests fell. The ways and the winds changed. Forts flourished. The foreigners’ descendants believed they needed to form a more perfect union on their land, yet one only they could enjoy. Just like those before, these people reshaped the land they claimed was for community and fueled an empire of capital accumulation and individuality. How could we not? As the centuries counted away from that fateful fall, the agenda of ****** the land and its people and reaping the benefits remained, overtaking that of old. The natives made attempts to stop it, and lessons they were taught. How dare they punish progress? Some listened, realizing the natives deserved rights, so the new status quo was to comply and grant them compensation and rights. Molded by its newest wielders as the seats of the world, it was a model to aspire to. This was the way. Now, across vast and prosperous lands, great civilizations live in abundance with all the things they own. Perhaps.
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Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 8:49 PM UTC
Ascertivus
A More Perfect Union?, Version 2
Perhaps, once, across vast and prosperous lands of abundance, inhabitants of many great civilizations thrived and cared for the earth they called their own. This was the way. Then, though, cloaked in black and filth, the slim faced invaders emerged from their firm ships, this shifted. The new status quo was to comply with theirs. How dare they punish progress? This would have been preferable had the inhabitants of the land had a choice, at least, but they did not. The foreigners knew this, and strategically sickened their people with disease—how could it have been an accident?—raped them and their land, and plunged their prosperity into the dark. As the years passed, only tales of the past, the former nature of this land, were what remained. Forests fell. The ways and the winds changed. Forts flourished. The foreigners’ descendants believed they needed to form a more perfect union on their land, yet one only they could enjoy. Just like those before, these people reshaped the land they claimed was for community and fueled an empire of capital accumulation and individuality. How could we not? As the centuries counted away from that fateful fall, the agenda of ****** the land and its people and reaping the benefits remained, overtaking that of old. The natives made attempts to stop it, and lessons they were taught. How dare they punish progress? Some listened, realizing the natives deserved rights, so the new status quo was to comply and grant them compensation and rights. Molded by its newest wielders as the seats of the world, it was a model to aspire to. This was the way. Now, across vast and prosperous lands, great civilizations live in abundance with all the things they own. Perhaps.
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"I'm restless, I think I'll go for a walk." And so, you visited Ephesus, on the ancient coast of Ionia, browsing books in the Library of Celsus. You wandered through large ionic columns in Jerash, the chariot marks of the Oval Forum and Cardo visible at your feet. You then climbed Mount Alban to the rise of its 2,200 terraces, “Grand Plaza” shadowed from the sun, where the ritualistic games often meant death. "How was your walk?" I asked upon your return. "Substantial," you said falling back into bed. "But not as tangible as my life with you."
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Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
Carlo-C-Gomez
Sentimental Journey
"I'm restless, I think I'll go for a walk." And so, you visited Ephesus, on the ancient coast of Ionia, browsing books in the Library of Celsus. You wandered through large ionic columns in Jerash, the chariot marks of the Oval Forum and Cardo visible at your feet. You then climbed Mount Alban to the rise of its 2,200 terraces, “Grand Plaza” shadowed from the sun, where the ritualistic games often meant death. "How was your walk?" I asked upon your return. "Substantial," you said falling back into bed. "But not as tangible as my life with you."
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