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In the Bleakness of Winter Thought

Do you ever wonder what happens when it ends? When the thrubdubbing of your heart slows, and the last little electrical pulse in your brain flatlines and you’re sleeping the big sleep? Is there a choir eternal? Is there nothingness? Are we recycled? Will we remember? Will I ever have a sense of me again? Or, gosh, am I just being a selfish bastard, really, and I should be thinking about something – anything – else ‘cause after all the world’s a mess and I might could be doing something about it.

In the bleakness of winter thought I wonder if art isn’t an act of desperation… an attempt to scream “Look at me! Look at me now, now when there’s a chance I’m still breathing!” Or whether it’s a wish to be remembered when it is all over. And then I want to reach for a paintbrush and create a goddam masterwork that’ll leave the ordinary man breathless with the viewing of it—numb at the wonder of it. Today. Forever. And then the feeling passes and all I really want is a chocolate chip cookie and a glass of milk.

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In the Bleakness of Winter Thought
Scalzi
Posted about 1 year ago

Subtitute “pie” for “chocolate chip cookie” and that’s totally me.
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Alexa ♥
Posted 11 months ago

I think that’s great, and something completely relatable.
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THX 0477
Posted 11 months ago

A very nice thought, a reiteration of what we refer to in my profession as, ‘the fear of an unobserved life.’ I suppose we all search for some answer to that fear. And for some, apparently if you follow all the sequels out, the answer is spam. Bet you didn’t see that coming.
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insanity
Posted 11 months ago

i think you pretty much nailed it, that is what writing is, a scream for attention before we are silenced by death, we act like we dont care abou life or death but then why do we want people to remember us?
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jinn
Posted 11 months ago

very deep,, i liked it very much
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JMBauhaus
Posted 7 months ago

That’s… familiar. I’m very much prone to angsty self-reflection. I’m also very much prone to having said angsty self-reflection derailed by baked goods. Or shiny things. You captured it perfectly.