Il faisait frais[e]

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I never realized how strongly I felt for Tibet until I was forced to make a stand. …But I don’t fight; I deplore.  I don’t have what it takes to reveal those Western shitstirrers for what they really are.  I don’t try and comprehend the stifling political issues of the East.  I only know that because of some selfish individuals, countless innocent people have had to pay with suffering and loss of lives.

I have only one wish, for the one thing that can make any difference and further peace at this point.

Can’t we all have the truth?

Why can’t the world just step forward and see?

I was always taught that it was wrong to be sanctimonious.  But I live in a country where the government has very flexible morals.  The world is only allowed to perceive in one way.  If I speak out, I will be ostracized. So where is this invisible freedom?  When did it become a lie? 

"A beautiful battle is one you don’t have to fight." (The Wheel of Time, Book 11: Knife of Dreams)

I just can’t tell you how beautifully badass that quote is.  That quote is so defining.  Not that I regret quitting the series around Book 7 - life is just too short to spend reading Wheel of Time - but I must say, moments like that are enough to justify my appreciation for what I did read.  And Mat.  Gotta love that boy. <3

As I briefly described once to someone who asked, "Il faisait fraise is the story of some friends who try to move the world so that it will never be winter and so they won’t ever have to be separated. It’s a sci-fi high school drama sequential doodle of mine."

Anyways, here is the beginning (and the end) of it:

The balloons bumped and squeaked against each other. The girl looked up at the floating bundle she held in her hand. Silver, pink, and robin’s egg blue bobbed against a pale grey sky.

"I can’t take you with me. I can’t take all of you with me. But how I wish I could. Actually—and you know this—I wish I could stay here with you." She waved to her friends in the distance. One or two saw her and waved back. She smiled.

Before going into the lobby, she stood out in the parking lot and relased the balloons into the sky one by one. She watched them float away, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the invisible sun.

Above, airplanes crisscrossed the dome of the world with white steam trails gradually diminishing in their wake.

"This is where our story ends."