Zeta Syanthis @zetasyanthis@awoo.space

Your fear is a slithering electric snake, arcs and sparks of plasma spidering around the room. It hurts to touch and you avoid it when you can but in time, you discover that you need only to be grounded for it to power you, though finding what grounds you is a new task each time.

Happiness is not something you thought you had. You realize you were searching for a canary yellow light, or an orange tongue of flame, when happiness is clear and fresh and cool and everywhere. When you find it, it is like remembering how to breathe, and you cherish each inhale.

You found your anger hard to discover. Years of quelling and quashing has made it a condensed sphere of a thing, a neutron star of ignored slights and false thank yous. When those who seek to take advantage call, you unleash its heat, not realizing how much it weighed.

You attempt to keep your sadness at arm's length when depression calls it close, but sadness too gets lonely, and its cries from across the room are cool and wet and sharp. To keep it calm is to keep it close sometimes, to hug it tight until it quiets.

You find you cannot befriend depression, because it is already your friend. A sulky, slinky grey sort of thing, prone to draping across your shoulders and tangling your legs. You find the best cure is patience and kindness, eventually even it smiles sometimes.

You solved your insomnia by asking the monster under the bed what kind of drinks he likes. You expected human blood or the tears of children, and were surprised to find it was plum tea. The porcelain teacup looks odd against his vanta black fur, clinking against shadowsharp teeth

current motto: "Everyone has a testing environment. Some people are lucky enough to have a seperate production environment."

"People who bemoan the lack of secret passages in modern homes and offices," a voice behind me said, "never think about the meaning of the word 'secret'."
The wall behind me is solid. At least, I was sure it is solid.
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The center of any city - downtown - is almost always the commercial center.

Sure, there might be a library or a government building, but it's secondary.

Downtown is built around those rows of shops and restaurants.

Your schools aren't there.
Your hospitals aren't there.
Your housing isn't there.

And in a capitalist world - that makes sense. The market is literally at the center. And everything else is built around it.

But in a world without money - it doesn't.

#CityPlanning #capitalism #socialism #communism