“The photograph is in my hand. It is the photograph of a man and a woman. They are at an amusement park, in 1959. […] I’m tired of looking at the photograph now. I open my fingers. It falls to the sand at my feet. I am going to look at the stars. They are so far away, and their light takes so long to reach us… All we ever see of stars are their old photographs. […] It’s October, 1985. I’m basking in the two-million-year-old light of Andromeda. I can see the supernova that Ernst Hartwig discovered in 1885, a century ago. It scintillates, a wink intended for the Trilobites, all long dead. Supernovas are where gold forms; the only place. All gold comes from supernovas.”
— Alan Moore, Watchmen (via chazspalace)
May 2013
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April 2013
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Isn’t it funny how the world’s most powerful men are also the most lonely?
I can create anything in the blink of an eye…
Yet I have nothing.
Sometimes I just wish I could make them all see how arbitrary their lives really are…
But to do so would be unethical.
I owe them nothing.
Tell the Mun or Muse how you REALLY feel about them.
+adrianveidtofficial
“Adrian. Hello.”
“Jon.” He watched the doctor warily. “I haven’t seen you since what happened in Antarctica. What brings you back to Earth?”
“I wanted to see how the world progressed without me.”
“And? What do you think?”
“Circumstances have changed, however, the nature of people is the same as it’s always been. Quite disappointing, really.”
On the corner of 4th and Birmingham, a man robs a young mother of her purse. Two blocks away, a small boy cries out for his sister. In that very same city, a group of men are planning blackmail the CEO of an important business.
Yet I do nothing.
I do nothing, because if I fix one little problem, they’ll ask for more. I’ll simply spend eternity cleaning up the messes of others. I am not a janitor. The world will keep spinning without my hand interfering with its rotation.
If I help them, if I make them see things the way I see them, they will never learn what it is to be human.
+adrianveidtofficial
“Adrian. Hello.”
“Jon.” He watched the doctor warily. “I haven’t seen you since what happened in Antarctica. What brings you back to Earth?”
“I wanted to see how the world progressed without me.”
“Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?”
—Dr. Manhattan (via thegrumpypinup)
- everything-preordained
………………………………….
Finally come back. Been a while. Surprised, almost. Not many else left.
Rorschach. It’s good to see you.
Want to know why you’re back.
It seemed only natural.
How?
Hate humanity, finished with it before. Made that very clear. To all of us. Destiny, preordained. Should’ve kept you away. Nothing left here. World, worse than before.
Real reason.
I simply wanted to see how the world adjusted without me. To see if people could survive despite themselves.
Survive. Keyword.
Much worse than before. Shifted from Russia to Middle East. Just a change of blame.
This world hasn’t ever excelled at peace, has it, Rorschach? One might say it’s been doomed from the start.
- everything-preordained
………………………………….
Finally come back. Been a while. Surprised, almost. Not many else left.
Rorschach. It’s good to see you.
Want to know why you’re back.
It seemed only natural.
How?
Hate humanity, finished with it before. Made that very clear. To all of us. Destiny, preordained. Should’ve kept you away. Nothing left here. World, worse than before.
Real reason.
I simply wanted to see how the world adjusted without me. To see if people could survive despite themselves.
