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A story I always go back to when I need a good cry is Wonder Woman Volume 2 #46 , 'Chalk Drawings', about >!Lucy Spears' suicide!< and everyone's reactions. The art and how real and unexpected it felt, plus the buildup in earlier issues where Lucy was a supporting cast member, really elevated the issue for me as well, and I loved the different portraits of grief from everyone that knew her.
A story arc in general that makes me weepy is Aquaman 1991 #1 -13,hich starts as 7 continuous issues of stress as things just build and build for Arthur, who's depressed after everything that happened to him but buries it in helping others. When he's able to rest and heal a bit he has a relapse in issue 11, and Vulko has to tell him in issue 12 to focus on himself, not the world, for the moment and they'll be okay. It's capped by a beautiful story in issue 13 where a young fan of his who has a terminal disease wishes to meet his hero and runs into the guy who used to be the Scavenger, a villain. He tells the boy about how Aquaman helped him reform and they're even on a real-name basis, and we see them enjoying a sunrise together.
There's also Amazing Spider-Man #400 , which was the death of Aunt May, and everything from her talking about what it must be like to be Spider-Man to congratulating MJ and Peter on their child and how great a responsibility it is, to the final goodbye, made me a mess. (I know it was later retconned but it's still amazing in the moment.) On a related note, there was a time Aunt May was thought to have died in ASM #196 , and Robbie Robertson found Peter and told him about the death of his six-month-old son Patrick and how similar the grief felt, but they had to keep moving on.
A story from Archie Comics that really got me was from Archie and Me #149 ,here Archie encounters a mean, starving old wolf and rescues it, visiting it every day at the Riverdale Zoo, and the day it died, on his final visit, Archie saw it wag its tail. #entertainment
I grew up very poor. No one had money. Anything done for another was free. Drug addict parents, no guidance, lived on gov assistance. I only mention the last part to say that for the first 30 years of life I was a headcase.
At 37 I’ve dedicated much my life to a skill and know im better than most in my field but still earn little.
I’ve started a business that failed due to my shame in charging market price.
I’m now in an “intrepreneur” position where I’m #2 at my job but make about $140k less a year than the #1 guy. When he’s absent I’m the one filling his role.
I feel shame in demanding money.
Does anyone have a book or something to help flip the switch? #business source
Kayo ba naman magluklok sa pwesto ng mga pulitiko na galing sa ibang bansa.
Isipin nyo kung majority ng mga pulitko sa atin Chinese, ano sa tingin nyo mga batas na gagawin nila, pabor ba sa tunay na pilipino? O unti unti aalisan nila tayo ng karapatan sa sariling bayan?
Ganyan ang nangyayari sa Western countries or bansa ng mga puti or white people, ang mga pulitiko nila ngayon karamihan Jew, Chinese, Indian, Hispanic, South African, Muslim kagaya ni Mayor Khan sa London, prime minister ng UK na Indian, sa Ireland Indian din, sa US mga pulitiko dun Hispanics, Somalian, Indian, Chinese, Jewish, Arabs, meron pa nga yata pilipino na naging governor dun, at ang ginagawa na batas ng mga ito AY HINDI PABOR SA MGA WHITE EUROPEANS na silang rason kung baling naging #1 world superpower and US, nagtulong tulong sila pabagsakin ang US mula sa loob sa pamamagitan ng pagcorrupt sa mga batas nila.
Naging pabaya din mga puti hinayaan nila na maalis sa kanila ang karapatan sa kanilang bansa dahil sa takot matawag na racist when in fact ang racist ay inibang salita lang naman ng PATRIOTISM.
I'm starting this log, in case I survive. Perhaps after everything, I can have this published, as part of a news journal.
We noticed the vibrations around 2 weeks ago. It was enough to gain the attention of political leaders and the news stations. Seismologists couldn't explain the readings on their charts, and so a full investigation went underway.
News crews followed scientists, as they traveled to areas of Poland where there were stronger readings. What they found was perplexing. The edges of Poland were separating, exactly on the borderline.
What we saw on the live broadcast didn't look like tectonic plate activity or anything like that; No large canyons or crevasses forming from the quake. The visual continued to appear unimaginable: The edges of the earth, where Poland separated, was absorbing all the crumbling ground around it, causing the country to raise in size.
In fact, elevation of the country had changed drastically. The edges of Poland, folding in on itself, and absorbing itself, was causing its overall shape to change, and grow in height.
A few hours after the broadcast, satellite images were plastered on TV's showing that, in fact, Poland had changed shape. It was absolutely bizarre. What was once a simply shaped country, was now shaped similar to...maybe a palm frond? Or perhaps a wonky centipede. It had a long, fat middle, with... limbs. Maybe ten? What had happened to the land between these... limbs.? I don't want to think too hard about that...
People have been trying to leave. It is the most obvious answer, to escape whatever reality has suddenly thrusted itself on us. News cameras broadcasted as the lines of people reached the edges of Poland.
People were all there, in cars, busses, and on foot. But what could they do? The edges of Poland were so much higher than originally. It was like being on a mountain, staring down at the other countries below.
A few folks decided to try to repel down the side. But much like the crumbling dirt, except... much more horrific, those people were absorbed directly into the side of Poland.
After a few more tragically failed attempts, we learned that anything that rolled or climbed off the edge of Poland, stood no chance of surviving.
There's no more power. No ground Internet. I rewrote my first logs in this journal, that I'll dedicate souly to this documentation.
Folks with generators are doing, somewhat, ok. They don't like to share their electricity too much, but are willing if you have items to trade.
Stores in town have stopped selling. Instead, as people show up for supplies, they have premade sacks ready for handing out, so families can get back to there homes as quickly as possible.
People don't like being out. The odor that Poland now gives off is quite putrid. It reminds me of a men's locker room. Almost as though the country is... sweating. I'm not trying hard to understand it..
I, personally, have collected packets of different vegetable and fruit seeds to start in my grow room. The benefits of "indoor recreational gardening" is I already have plenty of the necessary things to start quite a variety of plants to help survive.
My cat, Biscuit's not doing too good though. In fact, most all the animals, pets and livestock, are sick. And the meat isn't safe to eat. Nobody can figure that one out. All we know is it started when Poland came to life.
After trading some beverages with a neighbor who has generators, I was able to charge my phone enough to get a news update, stating, Poland was, now, in Russia, close to China.
How weird it was to wake up this morning and not feel the vibrations we had all become accustomed to.
I don't know what this means. I don't know if we can leave? All I know is we have stopped. Poland has stopped.
After meeting some people in town, I observed that, the country... still stank. Of course it's worse now, because all the animals are rotting carcasses. But people still had to come out. This could be the sign that things are about to get better. What if we can leave soon?
Poland is still stopped, but there are very different vibrations happening. I can hear them. They are sudden, loud, and aggressive. Like tiny earthquakes.
I had to go out to the corner store today, just to see if there's any fresh water. It's very humid. The moisture in the air soaks your skin, faster that your sweat can.
I also noticed, while out, that there was billowing smoke in multiple directions. All far off in the distance.
I stopped at my neighbor's on my way back, and was able to get another update on my phone. Sinkholes were appearing across Poland. They weren't too big. Just enough for a whole house to fall. But the weird part was, after the sinkhole appear, and a structure fell in, the sinkhole would seal itself back up.
Of course this isn't normal. Nothing about this is.
The vibrations seem livelier than before. Almost like the country's regenerated.
The sinkholes ended early yesterday morning. Many homes filled with families are just gone.
My plants are growing nicely. By the time the corner and grocery stores are empty, I should still be thriving, thanks to my grow room. I do miss meat though.
While Poland was stopped, a few men in bulldozers collected people's dead pets and livestock, to pile up in an empty lot. Biscuit ended up in that pile.
Biscuit was a great travel companion. I adopted him as a kitten back when I still lived in Sarasota, Fl. He came with me to California, South Dakota, France, and now Poland. What a shame that his journey ended here. Even though "here" isn't really Poland anymore... location-wise.
Log y 25th
I'm having a freak-out. I believe that the sinkholes are some way of eating.
Poland is eating!
And we have no way of knowing who, or what, gets picked to disappear. Actually, there's one thing to give us a heads-up: it can only eat when it's stopped.
This last time Poland stopped, a whole town decided to gather in a community center, for fear that they'd go down with their homes. Would you believe, I was able to watch the satellite view of that entire community center getting swallowed up?!
We are dinner. It's already been decided. I can't imagine a scenario where I get off this country. Perhaps I'll leave my journal somewhere to be found, when eventually, after Poland eats everyone, it's starves to death. That's the only way this is ending.
The last time I checked the world news, the United States and other countries were out of ideas. The only thing that hasn't been tried is nuclear bombs, which isn't going to be on the table, until every human has been swallowed up.
I got drunk with the neighbor last night. Things got incredibly heated and emotional. He told me he's going to walk to the edge and let Poland consume him.
Apparently there's a whole community of people that would rather end their life, that way, than continue on this painstaking, unknown journey.
I don't think I could do that. I was just hoping to wait this out, but now it seems, I'm... more just waiting for the sinkholes.
Log me day
Perhaps I should introduce myself a little.
My name is Silas Berlam. I'm 28. Originally I was born and raised in Boulder, Colorado. But I've never considered anywhere I lived to be home. I move from place to place doing odd jobs, which landed me in Florida, with an actual restoration company.
I was rather reckless on job sites. I didn't have too much fear, and really didn't value my life. At one point, it landed me in the hospital with a femur fracture, and concussion.
I ended up having to see a therapist, who recommended I get a pet, to help me see my value, through keeping something else alive.
And it worked. Biscuit became my world. He would even come with me on jobs. That's when I knew he'd be great at traveling.
I haven't spoken to my parents for years, except maybe a salutation at the holidays. Perhaps if someone finds this journal, they can let my family know how i did, during this supernatural experience. I'll leave their names and address in the back of the notebook.
My strawberries are growing great, but I think the carrots were a bad idea. They take so long to grow to size. And zucchini gets too big for my little room. But I may just expand gardening to the whole house.
I've been going through my neighbor's house for food. I didn't take his generator. Not out of respect, but because the other people in town have started going feral. If I were to walk out of an abandoned home with too much food, or something of value, I'd be attacked on the spot.
I did risk turning on the generator to get a news update on my phone. The whole world is watching us like an amoeba on a petri dish. Poland is beneath India now.
But it doesn't matter where we go. It's always gross and steamy. At this point, I feel like, if we were to move to Antarctica, we wouldn't freeze.
It's hard to stay hydrated. I've found what many of my neighbors were doing, was storing jars of water in their freezer (of course they're not frozen. It's basically just extra cabinet space). It's a smart move. I need to carefully bring those home, without drawing too much attention. The only water containers in my house have rain water from my gutters, for the plants.
My town appears to be lucky, as it's mostly overlooked during Poland's feedings. I say that, but I do miss the corner store at the end of my street... It was eaten about a week ago. There seems to be no real pattern to when Poland stops. Sometimes it will go a week or two; sometimes it stops after three days. Sometimes it feeds for four days; sometimes only an hour.
The news hasn't changed. Poland is still moving. The elevation is incredibly different down by New Zealand.
Last time Poland stopped for a break, and to feed, was 4 days ago. That time it was only 20 homes. It's the most horrifying thing when Poland stops. You never know who's house with get sucked into the ground for consumption.
My indoor garden is doing ok. I've been living off off carrots, strawberries, and radishes.
I hope this ends soon. I hope Poland stops for good. I don't want any more death or fear. The anxiety that comes with a halt. Hopefully Poland will find it's forever spot in the world, and we can all escape.
Until then, we keep trekking. On this unknown, unforseen, and undesirable journey.
My street is gone. I don't know how my house is still standing. I can't get anymore updates on Poland. I have no more access to water, or power. And there are no other people. It's only a matter of time until I'm gone too.
Last time I was able to check the news, reports were made that towns were coming together to form bigger communities, in order to help each other. But I know how that ends up. How easy these communities make it for Poland to feed.
And because of that, I need to be ok with the idea of loneliness. However long it lasts. The gardening at least keeps me sane. Although, it hasn't rained in a while. I wish I knew where on Earth we were. But it must be somewhere where it doesn't rain much.
It has been extra dry and hot. Because I no longer have access to water, I decided to trek down to a popular river near the edge of town. It used to be a very popular swimming spot during the summer, and for parades in the spring. I brought four gallon-jugs to fill up. But to my surprise, this river that always flows, was bone dry. I can only assume it was absorbed by Poland. The country must also be feeling the effects of wherever we are. Possibly a dessert? And while the lack of disgusting steam, coming off of Poland makes it somewhat bearable, it's also alarming.
The garden's drying up. Thankfully carrots hold moisture for quite a while.
While I no longer know what day it is, I can say that it's been over two weeks since Poland has stopped. The ground is steaming again, so I'm going to assume we're passed the dessert voyage, also.
I can't tell if the days feel longer or shorter. I've lost almost all desire for food. I'm certain I'm going crazy, from lack of water and conversation.
Log #15 is completely dried up. There was nothing holding me to my house.
I needed to make one last attempt at survival. So I ran to a neighboring town, in search for food and water.
I ended up finding an abandoned neighborhood with a few houses still in good condition. I'm set up in one of them, and plan on searching the other homes for supplies, in the next few days.
There's water here. I found at least seven 5-gallon jugs in the basement, along with a chest of nonperishable foods.
As I write this, and fill my belly, I can feel some sanity slowly creeping back.
The normal vibrations of the country have grown rapidly. At first I thought perhaps I would be swallowed up into the ground, but that didn't happen.
Instead, I was flung backwards, as though Poland was now moving with extreme speed. Looking outside, the trees are blowing over like a hurricane.
This is probably my last log.
I don't know what will happen next, but whatever it is, will probably end in my demise.
I don't know how much more this house can withstand. The speed at which the ground moves is not something most homebuilders think about, when designing a home.
**It's been days.**
**Poland won't slow down.**
I've been hiding down in the basement. What I wouldn't give for any information on what's happening. The roar of the wind is terrifying.