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Reimi Sugimoto ([personal profile] doreimi) wrote2025-08-16 09:50 pm
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[personal profile] tropism 2019-10-03 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ hmm. he pauses, thinks about her response, and then -

- it comes, slowly. like little ghosts carrying razor blades: images of rome. of time slipping through his fingers. ]


You sound like you know a lot about it, forgive me for asking.

But you are right. I mostly approached it in terms of ... having someone be a receptacle of knowledge. Of having seen and being involved in history, and so on. In that way, I thought eternity is something else bearable because you're in the center as history evolves.

After a while, however, it's probably going to be the loneliest thing.
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[personal profile] tropism 2019-10-03 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Interesting.

I think, in order for it to work, you would have to only care about the future the way you see it and not how other people are affected by it.

It can't be somebody else's if all you're concerned with is making it the only life that you've ever known. That kind of control becomes a substitute for the loneliness that most people would feel after. It wouldn't matter if the world has moved on, because you are constantly creating what you only want to see. Does that make sense?


[ because giorno is thinking this through he's just going to ramble on and over explain himself at some points. ]
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[personal profile] tropism 2019-10-03 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ giorno: thinks of his dad.

if he were a wine drinker, this would be the part where he'd drink wine. but he's not, so all he says is, ]


Correct. 'A force of nature' is a good term. And in that matter life or death wouldn't be an issue because to a force of nature, that'd be like asking whether or not the clouds are upset for having been broken apart by the wind. You are no longer a person but the ideal.