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I've heard of this Quantum immortality theory before. There's this idea that we have been experiencing multiple apolocalyptic events for many years and essentially restaring humanity with each wipe out. I agree with this lady. I don't think we every truly die. Rather our consciousness could live on in an alternate reality.
It's especially odd when you consider other phenomenon like the Mandela Effect. How do some people end up believing they remember events that others believe never happened? Perhaps this is a case of some people paying more attention than others? Suddenly, those theories about the world ending on certain dates don't seem so crazy. People have theorized the world's end for centuries. More recently, people thought the world would end in 2000 (where we would experience a digital apocalypse), then in 2012 (where we would suffer cataclysmic disasters)... maybe something did come to an end in those years, but it wasn't the physical change we expected? People spit on "conspiracies", but I think it's important that at least some people are asking questions about our existence.
sad video animation I made.Amnesia comic and animation coming soon
Aim belongs to @zu-is-here
Crazy Lace and Memory belongs to @clownyclowns
Axel and Eve belongs to @ari-cuno
Fricker belongs to @bluepallilworld
Esther belongs to @orange-dreamzer
Anko belong to Anko belongs to @groovygladiatorsheep
Nuisance belongs to me
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Nuisance smiled quietly as he watched Crazy Lace and Flicker bicker silently over their precious new gadget: Nuisance's camera. He enjoyed watching them both trying to take pictures at the same time of their current subjects: Axel, who was holding Eve asleep. He watched as the camera moved from one hand to the other in a perpetual motion. Some - if not all - of the photos were going to be blurry. But he had to admit that he enjoyed watching them trying to take pictures.
Anko and Esther waited quietly for their turn on the sofa, playing with Caramel, the little brown squirrel. He went from one child to the next, asking for a little caress - and checking at the same time that they didn't have any food for him - before coming back down and doing the same thing again.
Cloud, the little albino squirrel, remained hidden in the top pocket of Nuisance's jacket, probably resting.
"They're just like their uncle," Aim laughed. "Unable to stop taking photos of their family."
"As if that would bother you."
Nuisance, Aim and Memory were at the table, sipping their orange juice. Aim had opted for a large glass of chocolate, and the biscuits that accompanied it had long since been eaten by the children - but also the greedy adult -. Nuisance and Memory were sitting next to each other, the last dampfnudeln in front of Memory with the vanilla sauce, having survived the voracious appetites of the others.
The doorbell rang in the room and Aim nonchalantly went to open it. He returned with Error and Ink, much to his cousin's dismay. The latter looked coldly at the couple who had just entered the room, his body already unconsciously tensing up. He could feel a slight electric current - as if he had supplies all over his body - running through him, and even without seeing himself in a mirror he was sure that blue and green bugs had appeared.
Unfortunately, this also meant that the other adults in the room knew that he was furious, or at worst - and he hoped they didn't know - that he was terrified.
His gaze remained trapped in Error's equally angry one - at least the feeling was mutual - even when he heard Ink's calmer voice trying to ease the latent tension in the room. He seemed to have less of a French accent than his alternative version.
"We didn't say we were coming. I'm sorry if that surprised you, Nuisance."
"We don't have to be sorry if we want to see our grandchildren and our son," countered Error coldly, trying to get closer to Anko.
The other dark skeleton wouldn't let him, placing himself between the two as his glitching intensified. His soul was screaming at him to get away from the destroyer, the painful sensation of his threads on the fragile little organ tugging at him. But it was only a phantom pain, a pain that was only a memory, and one that he shouldn't dwell on. When the troublemaker leaves, it too will disappear.
"Back off," Error threatened.
"No."
He could feel his hands trembling as Error moved closer, only a few centimetres away. Nevertheless, he recoiled - as hard as he tried to repress it - as if his body were following the orders of his soul before bending to those of his mind. But this gesture had been seen and deciphered by the destroyer, who lifted his chin a little more, an overly proud smile pasted on his face.
If it hadn't been for the children in the room, he would have jumped at her throat, and even if he was a little smaller than his opponent, he would at least have managed to make her swallow his smile before the others separated them.
However, he couldn't do that now, not while the children were in the room and their surprised and confused eyes were turned towards them. He was even sure that if he decided to take a look, he'd be able to see that Crazy Lace and Flicker had stopped bickering so he could work out what was going on.
A hand reached for his and even before he could see who it was, he knew it was Memory. They were the only ones who could soothe his soul with a simple gesture. The look in their eyes was calm, but he had the impression that he could detect concern there too. So he gently interlaced his fingers with them as if to soothe her. He didn't like seeing worry in them, even though he knew that when his soul was perfectly reassured and calm, he would recognise that what looked like worry was probably not totally worry.
I am hopelessly in love with a memory.
An echo from another time,
Another place❤️
-Michael Faudet
@shireentapestry
Credits to the respective owner✌️🏾
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Everything you encounter, touch, or love can become part of you, and in essence never disappears, as long as you can recall it to memory or heart. It's all so connected that we lose everything, but also, we never lose anything. .・❥・꙳•.♡꙳
-Adrianne Lenker
Collage by me.
The Way Smell Evokes Memory
On a hot summer afternoon, after a day of playing in the sun but before retiring to play video games, my mother would always shower. She loved spending time with us on those rare free days when all five of her girls were home, and she wasn’t working one of many jobs she held down simultaneously to provide. Our job was to set the living room up, since she didn’t understand and wasn’t willing to learn how to work the equipment. She would emerge in a puff of steam and a waft of perfume. Unwilling to wear shorts outside, those days she was even willing to don a light summer nightdress. We each peeled off at different times in the night, smart enough and independent enough to dictate our own bedtimes. With a yawn, I’d announce my departure. My mother was never short on hugs, pulling me in and holding me, understanding of the importance of that contact. Rich vanilla and rose and a creamy, heavy shea butter: the last things I’d smell for the night.
When riffling through the cabinet before moving out, I discovered the exact lotion she would use. Her ‘yes’ when I asked to take it was distracted, unaware of the significance. Although, I don’t use it much.
First one shot and attempt at a bit of angst in my stories. Hope you'll check it out! Summary below:
Something was terribly wrong with Ladybug, but Chat Noir couldn’t quite figure out what until he heard a mysterious audio recording on his baton that he didn't remember making.
There's gonna be some love square, there's gonna be some angst, and Marinette's gonna misuse some of her power as guardian to an interesting degree. I hope you enjoy!
5 foods that boost your memory 🧠
🫐 blueberry contains anthocyanins (potential antioxidants) that tends to increase our ability to remember things
🌰 almond contains protein component that boost production of a nerve chemical shown to enhance memory
🍫 dark chocolate (70% cocoa) contains flavonoids that increase blood flow to the brain
🫒 extra virgin cold press olive oil contains hydroxyl tyrosol that tends to increase nerve messages to the brain and improve memory
🍵 green tea helps to reboot memory
self portrait I did for myself
I can't express my feelings to anyone properly
