I had this recurring dream when I was, meh, pro'lly in my early teens where, like, me and a bunch of my classmates had this disease where we became more and more blue and gelatinous and eventually we went to go live as sort of jello blobs out in the mountains. Like most of my dreams it was rather cinematic and had strong undertones of prejudice-vs-equality and horror-vs-acceptance dynamics. It wasn't a jello nightmare, per se; rather, it was more of a melancholy, "forget it, jake, it's just jellotown" sort of feel.
How will we know, when the morning comes, we are still human? - 2D
Don't worry, my friend. If this be the end, then so shall it be.
Don't worry, my friend. If this be the end, then so shall it be.
