Matea

“That was her magic—
she could still see
the sunset
even on those
darkest days.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“she is all things men want to love, but could never handle.”
― Christopher Poindexter, Naked Human

“fall in love with
expressing yourself.
it does not matter how you
do it.
you understand, creature?
dance until
your feet erode into
the earth,
sing until
your lungs cave
in,
be silent
until the world
understands
the absence
of noise
is beautiful.

express whoever
you are
because
what you are
is essential.”
― Christopher Poindexter, Naked Human

“Reality was a trick of cognition, an illusion woven by the brain. Beneath the apparently solid skin of the world lay a fizzing unreality of quantum mechanics, playing out on a warped and surreal Salvador Dali landscape. Ghost worlds peeled away from the present with every decision. The universe itself would one day simmer down to absolute entropic stasis, the absolute and literal end of time itself. No action, no memory of an action, no trace of a memory, could endure for ever. Every human deed, from the smallest kindness to the grandest artistic achievement, was ultimately pointless. But it wasn’t as if people went around thinking”
― Alastair Reynolds, Blue Remembered Earth