imogen’s “you lied” is so damn heartbreaking on so many levels. laudna who showed her that people can be good and they can say what they mean. laudna who she can depend on and listen to and trust. laudna who was the only person for the longest time to prove over and over again that goodness still exists. only to break that trust in an instant.
meanwhile laudna is going “i’ll fix it. i’ll fit it.” because it’s imogen, and she would do anything for imogen, even when her killer is taking over her body. it matters more to her that it’s imogen, and she would never ever hurt her. and then she adds a cautious “we’ll fix it.” on the end like a question, instead of a promise. because for years it’s been just them against the whole world. but in one instant she wasn’t even in control for, she managed to make imogen lose faith in her.
there was just… so much love and care and devotion and protectiveness and trust in this conversation but all it took was the influence of a crystal and the voice of a killer to fray their bond.
O DEATHLESS SEA / irene by simon harsent / the invading surf by frederick judd waugh / the mediterranean in the ancient world by fernand braudel (trans. siân reynolds) / stormy sea by ivan konstantinovich aivazovsky / dancing in odessa by ilya kaminsky / i lived the beloved name by odysseus elytis (trans. olga broumas & t. begley) / strong winds and high tides battered a coastal road close to newtownards, northern ireland by peter morrison / shipwreck off the cliffs of dover at night with dover castle in the distance by eugène lepoittevin / the odyssey, book 13 by homer (trans. emily wilson) / seebild by ingo kühl
What Bill told Luz about how to spot a titan were that they act like leaders, are always hungry, and their cries sound like weh. And I was thinking that these traits probably only apply to child titans and not adult titans, like I doubt King’s cry will always sound like that. We know from the size of the skulls shown that the titan hunters must have largely hunted titans in infancy but it just hit me how this culture is based on identifying the infants of another (rare/endangered?) species in order to eradicate them. My first thought was they don’t know anything about adult titans hah hah. And then my next thought was yeah, because they don’t let them live that long.
Me in the morning: minding my own business, preparing coffee for myself in the kitchen
Little Richard Siken in my head: Every morning the same big and little words, all spelling out desire, all spelling out “You will be alone always and then you will die.”
Me:ok
Little Mary Oliver who lives in my head, putting Siken in a headlock: It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world. I beg of you, do not walk by without pausing to attend to this rather ridiculous performance. It could mean something. It could mean everything. It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote: “You must change your life.”
