Me: Liking all the tech posts from smart people
Also Me: No idea what they're talking about
Fantasy
Stalking hunters who hunt disrespectfully, the ones who are a little too joyous in their kills, the ones who hunt needlessly and for entertainment. Laying in wait. Observing them. They have not a care in the world, they litter, they make too much noise, they aren't paying attention, they're showing no respect. The first one drops hard and the rest take a moment to scatter. I've got all the time in the world, I lay prone and wait, popping each one that dares to move from cover. By nightfall I get bored and pack out. A white buck sees me and stops, it bows, and then springs away.
When I was in community college one time this guy who looked about 50s, started talking to me, I can't remember why, or what we talked about. All I remember is he looked at me like he knew me and I can't remember who brought it up but we started talking about the project bluebeam conspiracy theory, and then he told me to read the book Angels Don't Play This HAARP. I never saw him again. For a long time I thought he was one of the men in black. I don't know how to explain it without sounding crazy. It was a vibe, like the dude fuckin knew me, the way he watched me, it was like I was a project being observed, and I was passing a test.
The Trench