i truly don't know what the title was, but when i was probably about 14 my dad heard i was getting into writing. he gave me a little book he said my uncle had written some time ago. no idea if it was published anywhere, but it told this story about a robot/cyborg guy questioning his life and searching for meaning. i totally forgot about it until this point but it really inspired me back then.
last year of elementary school, my teacher gave us a list of books and we had to choose one to present it to the class after holidays. i was the only one who chose The Martian Chronicles - because my dad transmitted his ufo hyperfixation to me (he saw one when he was young and that really stuck with him) - first literature emotion of my life, i’ll never forget how the way i saw the world changed afterwards
i don't know why, but i come back to this short story from time to time. okay, i do know why. i think. it's so simple, but i like the sentiment and how it basically says… choose kindness—it's the only logical choice. anyway, it's by the guy who wrote the martian, andy weir.
my mother and i would have serene dreams tea together every night before i went back to school. now we do it over facetime but it's really nice to have time to just sit down with someone you love and talk with them
man,, fuck spotify for not paying artists shit... but sitting in class and hunting down more perfect songs for my finely curated playlists is much more fun than listening to avery's lecture on hurricanes
