Truth.

I miss them, the humans.

We used to talk every day, about my journeys and the things I found during them. My pictures and explorations, everything that I did was somehow special to them.

They called me brave, and strong, saying that I was able to do much more than they ever thought possible of me, but I never believed a word of it.

“I’m only doing my job.” I told them, “Nothing more, nothing less.”

Time went on, and I began to wear down. The humans messages began to change. They started speaking of “love” and “death.”

It wasn’t long before I understood what they meant, they were worried about me. I was touched, but nevertheless I kept moving forward. I had a job to do.

I finally was forced to stop by the wear and tear of time, and was able to send one last message to the humans, my creators and friends.

“My battery is low and it’s getting dark.”

So now I sit here in this sea of red dust, alone and broken. But I am not afraid.

Because I know the humans love me, and I know they’ll come to say hello again.

How the Demon Hunts

She took a long draw off the pipe and held the smoke in.  As he watched her, he found himself matching her breath… her draw… the long hold… until the edges of his vision began to fade.  She finally let it all out and he breathed again, too. 

“It snuck up on me” she said, snapping him back to reality.  “… kind of…  I mean, I knew it was coming but I couldn’t do anything about it…. you know what I mean?"  She hazarded a glance at him, hoping he’d show some sign that he did.  He didn’t - or maybe he just didn’t let on.  She didn’t want to have to explain it. 

It wasn’t that she couldn’t, but that she didn’t.  Pathetic… weak, she berated herself.  She sighed and passed the pipe to him, turning her attention to the cup of brandy he’d poured for her and shrugged, "I couldn’t do anything about it."  It was flat, but it would have to do.

He had asked - twice now - and she wanted to tell him, but this was not something she shared readily.  She would just have to push through it, remaining factual, detached, for as long as she could. She set her jaw and continued. "It came me from somewhere in the shadows. I heard it’s whispers… I could almost smell it…” her lip twitched in disgust.  “After a while, I almost got used to it tracking me.  I ignored it for a while.. I could handle it, right?” A crooked smile twitched on her face, but her eyes never left the rim of her cup. 

“It’s whispers were almost comforting; lies, of course, but familiar ones… ones I almost wanted to believe.  It would be easier that way. "  A sip from her cup; a steadying breath, and she could continue.  "It slowly edged closer - and I felt it coming - felt it wrap it’s tendrils around my throat and squeeze."  Her hand mimicked what she described as her eyes took on that far-away look they had when he roused her from the nightmares.

"They crawl up the back of my head, cover my eyes… fill my ears… and then it pulls me backward.  It pulls me where I am weakest, where I can’t fight… and all the whispers, all the lies… the lies I can’t deny…"  Tears welled in her eyes, despite her best efforts.  She took a swig of brandy and swallowed them back hard.

"Hey…"  he tried to interject, to break her narrative.  If she’d glanced at him in that moment, she’d see that he did know all too well what she was talking about; he’d seen it too, felt it’s pull, and was just as helpless against it.  He wanted to shake her back to this reality, to save her from this smothering presence.  Isn’t that what he’d always wished for himself when it pulled at his throat?  But all those useless words just hung thickly in his chest.  For the first time since he met her, he feared her.  No, not her, but her proximity to that demon that seemed to hunt them both. 

She stared intro nothingness for a moment longer, then drained her glass.  He opened another bottle of brandy.

I had a total TGIF-SHIT moment today. It lasted most of the morning. Imagine my disappointment.

Stirring art, true words

“ The fire demon of the rainforests “ As you know, I rarely refer to current affairs in my work, but this whole situation with rainforest fires in South America really makes me sad and angry. And a few weeks ago a similar situation in Syberia… It is really heartbreaking for me when I think about all these animals and amazing wild nature ecosystem which will just vanish. I don’t have enough knowledge to speak on this topic, for sure it is a lot more complicated than it seems, but I just wanted to make something, to not feel totally useless, and support everyone who tries fight with this catastrophic situation, Junglekeepers and all my friends in Brazil.

It would be much more beautiful if we could unite in a heroic fight against some powerful demon… unfortunately, the reality is much less heroic and it seems that we, as a species, are the demon in that story :( Here you can support and donate: https://ealliance.org/amazonfund/ work process: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/KaQbE4

Totally agree that this is a horrific act against the rights of Native people.

Add that to the list of recent rulings against women's rights to their own bodies and the gutting the USEPA... This court is a sham puppet and they should be thrown out with the rest of the trash!

This is the legacy of the worst president in US history. I hope there's a special place in Hell awaiting the orange ass-hat.

🔱🔥🗡️

Anyway.

For those of you aren’t aware and aren’t involved in NDN circles, the Supreme Court just declared that tribal territories and reservations are part of states and are under state jurisdiction, including in regards to charging someone and putting them on trial in state courts for crimes related to the tribe (as opposed to this being left up to tribal courts), undoing decades of precedent for the separation of tribal and state governments.

In a few months, the Supreme Court is also going to be giving a verdict on whether or not the Indian Child Welfare Act, the only thing keeping indigenous children with their families and communities instead of being “adopted” (trafficked) to white Christian families at every chance, is unconstitutional. This act is also dependent on the belief that tribes are sovereign nations and that giving our children to people outside of our tribes is akin to the US government taking Canadian children in the Canadian foster system and trying to adopt them out to American families.

If the ICWA falls, we’re going to see a modern Sixties Scoop, with Native children being stolen from their tribes and families and cultures and assimilated into white Christian society. This is not only traumatizing for the children and their families, it’s also a form of cultural genocide that has been used against us before and has devastating effects.

There are family members I never knew because they disappeared into the foster system as children.

This is the beginning of what’s going to be wave after wave of attacks on indigenous sovereignty and tribal governance. The Supreme Court, even with a Democratic majority, has historically decided against upholding indigenous sovereignty and tribal protection. We’re seeing genocide and forced assimilation become federal policy again.

This happened to me today! Walking my dog and there was something, something in the front yard of a neighbour's property... I could almost see it, but not quite. It was like a mirage concealing something powerful and amazing.

it’s so fucked up when you see something you KNOW is a portal to somewhere but you can’t figure out how to activate it. this is the most frustrating feeling that plagues modern man.

This is the best thing I've read all day!!

I used to feed the crows on campus every day because it was easier than making human friends (I had one already - and Robin likes crows as much as I do). Pretty soon, they figured out where I lived and would alight upon my dorm windowsill and watch me. I offered them only healthy things, like leftover fish, hard boiled eggs, nuts, suet, and dog food. They were already habituated to humans and had no fear of us, and I figured it was better to feed them real food instead of the french fries they’d get tossed.

It only got weird when people began to notice that crows would follow me to class. Two in particular would fly alongside me as I walked across campus, landing and cawing for treats and keeping pace with me. Sometimes people would try to scare them off and I’d have to explain that Heinrich and Fatima weren’t bad omens signaling my doom, just spoiled little brats.

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Taaaaaj, who is "a huge indie perfume/scent nerd," defined the scents of Enderal characters. These portray the characters as well as any moodboards I've ever seen:

https://www.reddit.com/r/enderal/comments/guctke/characterinspired_scents/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share