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PG MM Anon Interpretation Collection- 14

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

91: Oct. 19

MM ANON …… “ O no , not another f%#ing beautiful Sunday “…… All together, a ROYAL reunion 🦄🦎👸🤴… “ she’s not invited, again🧣“……” O Philip, do lets watch this documentary 🤣🤣“ …… “Really, old thing, really ?”…… “ bloody hell , Charlottes a better actress “……… “ Mummy!! I’ve lost my 🦎” ……” What next LG , the Caribbean and North America with the children?”…… “ Mmmm , Marm that would work ,next year’ someone will be jealous!!” …… “ “what’s that ol’ thing , I’m reading skippy Philip”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON, I DO HOPE YOU’RE WELL🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 19/2019 1245 hrs CST

“ O no , not another f%#ing beautiful Sunday “…

Sunday is historically day to attend worship and spend time with family. It’s also, in more urban areas the day when the biggest newspapers come out. Another beautiful but blanked up day because this curse still hangs in the air, no justice yet but it’s coming! Justice is coming! Sunday’s will soon be as they once were, different, through life experiences but they will family days again!

All together, a ROYAL reunion 🦄🦎👸🤴…

The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge just returned back to London last night after a five day tour of Pakistan 🇵🇰. The Royal tour was successful far and above expectations. They had promised the children a family weekend. I am certain there were lots of tears along the way despite FaceTime and talking, lots of hugs upon return home. Princess Charlotte has developed a passion for unicorns. Over the summer, as boys do, will all of the garden time that the Duchess did with her family he must have seen salamanders and lizards or just fell for them via books perhaps. So the whole family happily back together along with boss baby , Prince Louis. He acquired that title from his facial expression, priceless ones, during the flyover on Buckingham Palace balcony.

“ she’s not invited, again🧣“…

The Christmas church service last year, upon exiting, madam tried to engage Prince William in conversation, he was wise to her moves and made himself very busy fiddling with his scarf. She then tried Prince Charles who in turn ignored her. The term scarfing has truly taken on a life of its own online🤣🤣🤣😂😂. I think this is clearly Prince William putting his foot down clearly expressing his opinion.The line she’s not invited, also has a bit of a cite reference, the day of Prince Louis’ christening, as they left the chapel to walk back into the entrance, Princess Charlotte said to the amassed media, “you’re not coming”, was tremendously funny and sweet. Her personality was already showing!

” O Philip, do lets watch this documentary 🤣🤣““Really, old thing, really ?”…… “ bloody hell , Charlottes a better actress “…

HMTQ and PP, likely over the evening cocktail chatting, she jokingly states the above, his replies are the latter two quotes. I am glad they are able to talk and find some humour in this situation! Oh how l would love to be a fly on the wall, meaning love to hear some of their discussions!

“ Mummy!! I’ve lost my 🦎” …

Well trauma, upset, tears of sadness and shrieks of OH NO!! Prince George has lost his lizard, l hope not inside or shrieks of horror, outside, just a very sad little boy. I am certain a replacement lizard could be sourced post haste!

” What next LG , the Caribbean and North America with the children?”

Prince William and HMTQ, and Duchess Catherine likely reviewed/debriefed the events of the tour with LG in attendance. I can hear ideas thrown about on how to continue this success to build on the success of the monarchy. I think half jokingly William said, what next, do you propose such a trip with all three children? I know rumours out there of madam being pregnant but not confirmed, besides another a Royal tour doesn’t happen with her, because SHE IS NOT ROYAL!!! I know the Cambridges took their own private medic along to Pakistan 🇵🇰. I have a feeling she may already be or will shorten announced that she is expecting another child.

“ Mmmm , Marm that would work ,next year’ someone will be jealous!!” …This is definitely LG responding to the notion of an entire a Cambridge family Royal tour! Can you just imagine the coverage? There would have never been anything like it before, and madam would be climbing the walls of her cell or padded room when she learned of that. She will be forever jealous and hateful.

“ “what’s that ol’ thing , I’m reading skippy Philip”

HMTQ reading when PP says something to her, she replies with the above quote! See 💜🐼💜, l have told youn🐼, THEY DO READ YOUR BLOG,!! This is an absolute confirmation of a suspicion l have had and have talked about! So feel free to express yourself!! WE LOVE AND BELIEVE IN HARRY, WE WANT HIM BACK!!!💜💜💜💜GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 19/2019 1315 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG….what a fun happy riddle today. I love the tidbits about the children…..I want you know we greatly appreciate the time and effort you put into deciphering these riddles for us. Well…I hope if HM does read here….she will let us know she is ok…😉.💜💜💜💜💜💜

Ask Skippy submission

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92: oct 20

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻This riddle was extremely difficult 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜🤣

MM Anon

MM ANON … A disruption in the FORCE… … give a lot , take a little …… sighted for perpetuity …… 🎼matter of fact, it’s all dark 🎼……… multiple numbers …… his backhander slush fund …… silent outrage in Carshalton …… “ But O, how bitter a thing”………” bending of the heart flings” ……… a comfortable exorcism …… “ sunshine is the best…” …… “ sunshine is the best…”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 20/2019 1405 hrs CST

A disruption in the FORCE

In all the a Star Wars movies the FORCE is the power of the energy for good to fight evil. The force be with you has become common usage when you wish some good luck or best wishes in all kinds of situations. Here we are now, dear MM ANON has the word force , in all capitals , meaning extreme, pay attention, some people say all caps means you’re yelling. I personally do not, many of you know when o type in all caps l am expressing my emotions or concerned topic. MM ANON is in deadly seriously telling us that evil, and we all know the evil, it has a name and backers and ultimately the biggest backer who takes souls and laughs at God! There is an extremely concerted effort, especially today to take down HMTQ and the Monarchy, this is as serious a things get folks. There is a disruption, Harry was the access point, evil got in, has been using him everyday. I do not know what will happen today, tonight , tomorrow or the day after. But vigilance is needed, pray if you’re so inclined. This is the most serious battle and attack HMTQ has ever faced!

give a lot , take a little

That’s the phrase, climate change, leave less carbon footprints , charity give your time, etc. HMTQ and many royals give so much time, yes they get to live in mansions etc, but how many of us could keep HMTQ schedule for 93 years, still smile as if everything was fine. I think no future generations will have those skills. The world has changed, everybody is famous with their Instagram etc etc.

We have madam who has taken and taken , taken, taken, taken,taken, taken, was well with open arms publicly, despite manipulating her way in. She has taken very perk there is. NO GRATITUDE, give an inch, she takes 100 miles, so to speak. What does HMTQ get for this? Fingered up, every way, every day, now the poor card will be played after using and exhausting all her other cards. Few have asked me how l am, wah wah wah. She screams privacy, privacy, don’t take my picture, how can anyone ask you anything? She has treated the British people so vile lay, why would they even WANT TO ASK? They want her gone, pick a country, leave!! Just stop,your whinging , word salad, environmental preaching while taking six private jet flights. On and on and on….

sighted for perpetuity ……

Perpetuity is an interesting word, it’s used in financial terms but does have another usage. Let’s let our friend google help us understand it. One meaning is a bond or other security with no fixed maturity date. The second meaning is used as a legal meaning. It is

a restriction making an estate inalienable perpetually or for a period beyond certain limits fixed by law. Now let’s be clear on what inalienable means that something or someone is unable to be taken away from or given away by the possessor. Basically this is meaning , Harry’s inheritance from his mother, his great grandmother, the Queen mum, any other such funds, homes, jets etc etc CANNOT be taken away from him FOREVER. So should there be a divorce or annulment, she has no legal grounds or recourse to go after any of these items. A payout yes, so the royal family has sound legal and financial admin setting up their assets. Thank God!!!

🎼matter of fact, it’s all dark 🎼………

My dear MM ANON, l must say , l was absolutely expecting a return to this gem today! Pink Floyd’s Eclipse. The lyrics of this song about basically everything in life, l can’t put them in here due to copyright but you can easily find them The song ends with the eclipse. The thought is during a lunar/eclipse of the moon, the moon goes dark and the side we can’t see is still lit up. The song ends by this phrase that MM ANON gave us , it’s all dark. Extrapolating that to the situation at hand, it’s all dark. There is no sliver of a silver lining, bit of light or hope that madam will have an a-ha moment, fall on her knees, acknowledging her sins and beg forgiveness. No no no no, it’s all dark, no redemption will be sought. This is very dire friends, very dire indeed, the prognosis is dark. Hence my feelings of anxiety.

multiple numbers ……

Well what is this? We know madam has had multiple number partners, marriages, sex videos, tax issues, merching, basically everything. What is MM ANON referencing here? Discrepancy in items on her taxes? There are so many possibilities.here

his backhander slush fund

This has an informal British meaning of a secret payment, typically one made illegally; a bribe. So, a slush fund is extra cash , hidden, in case of emergency etc. Who is ‘his’ here? Is it PH? Did he think he could at first, just pay her for the booty call and she would go away, vastly unaware of the plot. Is this PP or PC who have such a fund, if needed. Is this PA, who also may have a fund of this nature, if needed. I have no idea which one but this confirms that such fund exists and the purpose for it, but l don’t know who or why it may have been started or if/when/how often it has been used. Yet another piece of this ever-growing larger puzzle.

silent outrage in Carshalton

Carshalton s a town, with an historic village in the London Borough of Sutton, South London. Historically Carshalton is part of Surrey. The Earl and Countess of Wessex live in Bagshot Park, Surrey. Sophie does so much in her duties. She is exceptionally close to HMTQ. I saw an interview with her and Prince Edward. They said basically every weekend they spend together, doing outdoorsy things, horses etc. She said also, since so close she often goes for tea with HMTQ. Prince Edward has been reportedly been called her favourite son. Edward will inherit his fathers title, the a Duke of a Edinburgh when that time comes. I think the both of them must be terribly concerned for HMTQ and PP, their health, this stress etc etc.

“ But O, how bitter a thing”………” bending of the heart flings”

From Shakespeare’s As You Like It. First quote referencing seeing another’s happiness through their eyes. Harry saw/sees in William and Catherine’s relationship, then marriage, the three beautiful children, their complete and utter love and devotion. These are all things he longs to have, achingly so. I ache for Harry. I cannot seem to locate the second quote, that’s very odd/unusual. I shall figure it out. Longing for something, sometimes one bends or does something they would never nor do, if they think it can get them what they desire. Flings can be a very casual relationship vacation fling, holiday flings etc, now maybe a booty call. So here we have a young man , struggling with his emotional state, severe anxiety, depression and PTSD, has every tangible thing in the world, except he longs for , desires the intangible, love, utter devotion and children of his own, they become tangible or real. This describes the situation exactly when the attack was made on the BRF via Harry. This steams my tea kettle!!

a comfortable exorcism

Exorcism, in its truest meaning, is a person possessed by a demon, or demons/Satan and a Priest or pastor uses Scripture and other things to set the victim free releasing them. This word, demon,is often used now to describe addiction or other really difficult things that have a hold on someone, therapy, AA, exercise etc etc etc can be used to exorcise oneself. So here we have a comfortable getting rid of the thing that has a hold of some. God l plead this means that Harry will be released from the grasp he is under, if l read this correctly, comfortable means exactly that. How this will be done, LG and HMTQ know. Please let me be correct🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

“ sunshine is the best…”

Sunshine is the best disinfectant there is, you hang sheets, quilts laundry and the UV, ultra-violet rays kill anything. Just look at what it does to our skin! MM ANON is being cheeky with a double entendre here, Sunshine Sachs, the supposed master PR firm that ‘uses the dark arts for clients’. Since they have come on board, the boat has tilted and started quickly the process of sinking. So they have done nothing to help, on,y made this worse. However, we can count on God’s glorious creation, the sun, to sterilize the filth that’s made public so far and will be made public in the future!!! So come on, pullback the curtain, let the filth out!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 29/2019

1520 hrs CST

You missed the last hint….

a very lumpy bed nutmeg

“A very lumpy bed nutmeg “

I think this in anticipation of a nice bed in an expensive building with lots of hired staff and she will get to wear designer orange jumpsuit! MM ANON hinting at either hospitalization or incarceration. I have an extensive 20 plus years working in the mental health field, inpatient treatment for any personality is in effective, they quickly adapt, learn staff weaknesses etc etc.

Preparing to hope the orange jumpsuit time comes!

Sorry love forgot this one guys, when l cut and pasted the riddle this didn’t appear.

Thank you PG…again looks interesting! Thank you for all that you do. Much appreciated!😁💜💜💜

Ask Skippy submission

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93: oct 21

MM ANON …… rejected ‘ now reflect!!…… A colonial decision …… Cain un-Abel………… he’s not heavy …… “re-tune your bloody violin”…… “ change the channel 🤣 old thing”…… a broken mendacity …… Calipornia scheming …… “f***that cottage,I wanted the house”…… “ the family I never asked for” …… “all to plan ma’am”……🎼”Paperback Writer? “🎼…… cry-Sis,What cry-Sis.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 21/2019 1340 hrs CST

rejected ‘ now reflect!!

We have had a clue very similar wording, l cannot recall exactly. Madam feels very rejected by the big bad U.K. l have been there a number of times, trust me, l was treated like royalty by my friends there!! The people are feeling very angry by her poor me poor me, the final straw l think the camels back is nearly completely fractured. That’s a phrase when something in life has been building and building and then some happens, the last straw and the person collapses mentally, or becomes violent or leaves a marriage. I hope l am explaining that so it makes sense! Harry will have six weeks to reflect, on everything he has done at HMTQ and LG behest. He has given his all for HMTQ.

Cain un-Abel

In Scripture, Cain and Abel they are the first two sons of Adam and Eve. God was given sacrifices for worship, he found favour in Abel’s sacrifice. Cain murdered Abel , jealousy? Here we have un-Abel. This is clearly Prince William and Prince Harry, not ever the murdering part. I think MM ANON is meaning one brother married and has lovely family and will be King. However Prince Harry’s marriage is bogus as is amw. Prince Harry is obviously struggling in every way. One brother just unable to find the love and family, life partner as the other has. I pray for them both!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

A colonial decision ……

The colonies is what America was called before they separated taxation without representation! So madam has decided to return to the colonies, live her filthy life, write a book and continue to cause carnage, SO SHE THINKS!! She has absolutely no idea what will hit her when reality comes. No more delusional lies, the long list of alleged things done wrong and the laws alleged involved. Oh God, let justice be meted out SOON!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 P.S. madam, most people in the colonies have no idea who you are and more so they don’t care! She will be seen as a whiner etc etc.

he’s not heavy ……

Phrase, and song, he’s not heavy, he’s my brother. In the garbage last night, Harry did not confirm any falling out, he said they’re both on different paths, busy life. But he’s my brother, they will always be brothers and always be there for each other. TO ME THAT SAYS IT ALL!!

“re-tune your bloody violin”……

Old saying when someone is whinging or feeling sorry for thematic, being a drama queen etc another person puts their hand up and rubs their thumb and index finger together. They then asker the whinging person, do you know what this is? It’s the worlds smallest violin playing just for you!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂 PP wants a change in the tune, make it louder so madam cannot be heard!!!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂

“ change the channel 🤣 old thing”…

PP and HMTQ started watching the garbage last night, PP chuckling says to her to change the tv channel! I picture them in their evening close, lovely fireplace, comfy elegant room and furniture, having a cocktail and just enjoying each other’s company. As they have done their entire marriage, they are at each other’s side, just beautiful, brings tears actually how horrible this massive attack has been!

a broken mendacity

Mendacity is untruthfulness, lies. Broken lies, well how many times have we seen this with madam. Dozens, she tells so many lies as does her PR, things get twisted and nothing gets amended, they lie their way out of it when questioned. If it weren’t so deadly serious it would be funny. Like a kid with chocolate all over his face and mum asks if he ate chocolate and he says no. She really is stunted about age 14 , lies like some teenagers do!

Calipornia scheming ……

Well she scheming what else she can do to blow the Monarchy apart and completely destroy it Prince Harry. This six weeks away, home in L.A.?Doing porn, or finding wealthy person to be used by for money.perhaps meeting with her backers. I hear rumours of an interview with OW. The whole group of ba let’s will rally around and continue their unrelenting plot to destroy destroy destroy.

“f***that cottage,I wanted the house”…

Well no surprise there, Frogmore Cottage blech , she wanted FROGMORE HOUSE THE MANSION! What unmitigated gall this stupid, egocentric, narcissistic, evil possessed bint! She probably thinks since their offices are at BP she should be given BP!

“ the family I never asked for” ……

Initially, she was saying the Royal family, was family that she had never had. She knew nothing of them, LIE! In the engagement interview she said everything she knew about the Royal family she leaned from Prince Harry and from actually meeting them. Now she has figuratively slapped them all across the face. Talking about how mentally damaging it is to live using a stiff upper lip. I won’t go into detail of how successful, having this life ethos has helped them get through wars, etc etc, you all know this and what a complete disrespect she has shown to them. To say Tutu was historic leader glad amw could meet, UNBELIEVABLE! HMTQ has reigned for nearly 70 years seen it all. Absolutely no respect for her and the Monarchy itself. I am so angered that this stupid, perverted, sold herself in every possible DARE DARE DARE!!! This degree of vulgarity and disrespect my blood is boiling, l am so angry!

“all to plan ma’am”…

LG giving HMTQ an update on how their work is progressing. He seems very pleased with last nights tv garbage. He has been patiently working with his team to deal with this. He has been playing the ultimate game of chess with someone who cannot play checkers. He has given her many opportunities to show her true self. Last night she was all laid bare, pun intended, videos or photos l am certain will be public at some point. She has walked confidently into every single trap that was laid out for her. Now all captured in living colour, in her own words!! Treason! She was not pregnant, fauxmegnancy! , if there is some surrogate child, it’s not Prince Harry’s child.

🎼”Paperback Writer? “🎼…

This is a great song by the TRUE Fab Four, The Beatles! It actually mentions the Daily Mail and the gossipy things that appear in tabloids. This is telling us that madam is or will be writing a book. She has no limits in her grand focuses and cause maximum carnage with our a Royal family. Her backers probably will pull some strings and make sure it gets maximum coverage. The big bad Brits and the Royal famine didn’t ask her if she was ok. Give me strength Lord🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

cry-Sis,What cry-Sis.

Cry-sis is an actual UK charity to assist new parents when their babies have problematic sleep patterns. However, MM ANON, always clever, this is Crisis, what crisis? Someone is in denial. There are several real things happening in the U.K. that fit the word crisis. Brexit, politics, BOJO misleading HMTQ, madam and her backers plan to cause the Royal family to break and crumble. In last night garbage, in an area where life and death issues are occurring, she is 110% self focused. SHE HAS FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS! Yammering on about her tough life standing on African soil where there are many third world problems. She is selfish to a degree l have never seen, it’s evil, Satan working through her! She has completely sold her soul.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 21/2019 1455 hrs CST

Fascinating read dear PG! Looking good, all going as planned! Thank you so much, again…much appreciated! 🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜

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94: Oct 22

MM ANON …… dodging the Boo-lets…… November is a wicked month ……… Banksgiving … … “He’s untouchable” …… Dispatches Dispatched…… “ l stand by my husband “s,millions …… “ you’ve lost your mojo mate” …… 🎼” when I was 21,it was a very good year”🎼…… Marry and Hagon …… “meanwhile, back at BP”…… “mummy,mummy a Halloween unicorn 🦄 “…… “ I’m going as a 🦎”…… “well we’re going as M&H”…… “yeah, it’s a pity I listened to my d***”. …… “ nothings impossible mate”…… “look’ here’s your out!!��

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 22/2019 1345 hrs CST

… dodging the Boo-lets

Today, now as we speak, madam is wearing her purple maternity dress which magically fits her, whilst attending the One World Youth Symposium at Royal Victoria and Albert Hall. Oh how l would love to see it, l so wish l were well enough to, alas, l am already digressing. This 💜💜”The annual One Young World Summit convenes the brightest young talent from every country and sector, working to accelerate social impact. Delegates from 190+ countries are counselled by influential political, business and humanitarian leaders such as Justin Trudeau, Paul Polman and Meghan Markle, amongst many other global figures.

Delegates participate in four transformative days of speeches, panels, networking and workshops. All delegates have the opportunity to apply to give keynote speeches, sharing a platform with world leaders with the world’s media in attendance. As well as listening to keynote speakers, delegates have the opportunity to challenge world leaders, interact and be mentored by influencers. Delegates make lasting connections throughout the Summit, celebrating their participation at social events and the unforgettable Opening and Closing Ceremonies.

The One Young World Summit 2019 sees the global forum for young leaders return ‘home’ for the first time since the inaugural Summit in 2010. With over 300 languages to be heard on its streets, London is one of the most diverse places in the world. The city is home to nearly 9 million people, one of the world’s biggest financial centres and countless historic sites such as Buckingham Palace and Big Ben. A city where the past and future merge, London provides the ideal backdrop for young leaders from more than 190 countries to work together to accelerate positive change.” 💜💜 Information taken from one young world.com

It’s important because young people are vulnerable. This woman has no shame, After all the fireworks she has set off, she strolls in there, wearing someone else’s hair, in her maternity dress! An enigma wrapped in a riddle, quite literally is she.

Since the audience is composed of young people the addition of let’s after boo, refers to that. The hope of many is that she would be in direct line of receiving public anger. The brief bit l saw was Higgs kiss you etc, no boos nothing. Now l am never one to wish ill will on anyone but consequences for behaviours? ABSOLUTELY!! Consequences will at some point catch up with her!

November is a wicked month …

MM ANON you do enjoy the book don’t you, this is the second time you have referenced it but changed the month. My memory is still intact🤣🤣😂.l shall help others catch up. The book is entitled August is a Wicked Month by Edna O’Brien. The plot revolves around a woman who has moved to a foreign city, separated from her husband, dreadfully unhappy and moves south to find a new life in the sunshine. Well, we are in October, rumours abound about madam moving to Africa or Canada. On behalf of Canada, sorry we are closed for business, if you leave a message NOBODY WILL RESPOND!😂😂🤣🤣 l know l have used that line BRF but it’s so funny😂😂🤣🤣. What November, six weeks off, off to the sunshine in L.A. Oh God please let her lose her passport or have the IRS or FBI awaiting her arrival.

I must say, l have been pleading for Harry, PTSD, combat fatigue, that he be assessed medically for that pain, and psychologically regarding the off the charts stress of this role he has been playing. Thank you HMTQ and LG for giving him six weeks leave, he is so badly in need of it.

Banksgiving

Madam returning home for American Thanksgiving which occurs much later than ours(Canadian)does. There is no bank holiday for Thanksgiving in the U.K. so what’s the meaning here? Is madam going to earn some money during the sex, l meant six weeks off?? I know she’s resourceful, has no shame, long history of letting every bit of her, body heart soul used. So l won’t think further, you can all imagine ways she might find a ‘bank’ in America.

“ l stand by my husband “s,millions

Old country music song Stand by Your Man, l think Tammy Wynette? Yes, madam has stood by her H , so many times, loving, supportive, so concerned when he was in pain, always let’s him go first, never interrupts him, praises HMTQ, treats people respectfully, especially during Royal tours, follows protocol in every way, oh oh oh, wait, l am thinking of Catherine! Yes the Duchess of Cambridge stands by her man! Madam stands by Prince Harry for his money and his fathers money, heck, anyone s money just as long as they give it too her. I may be jovial today is some comments, l have been awake since 0300 hrs bad night, but you all know by know how seriously l take to do justice to dear MM ANON in interpreting her riddles! Humour is a coping mechanism, l have honed that skill well!

“ you’ve lost your mojo mate” …

Prince Harry likely spending time with friends he has not seen for awhile. Likely he can share only certain things. Everyone who has eyes can see HES lost weight, depressed etc etc. The word mojo, when l was little, mojos were little fruit chewy candies, 5 for two cents. Mojo, means ones drive for life, zest to do new things or go back to doing things you used to enjoy. This is a very loving and honest person telling Harry this. I am so glad he’s got so many who love him. Harry, there are lots like me, who believe in you 100% , pray for you and want the octopus tentacles untethered from around you!

… 🎼” when I was 21,it was a very good year”🎼…

What MM ANON., no Pink Floyd. Now this is my jam, ‘ol blue eyes himself, Mr. Frank Sinatra, when music was music. This is a sentimental song. The lyrics take us through four phases in a mans life, ages 17,21,35 and autumn , the older years. It describes relationships with women, no let me take that back, it’s about how males see females at different ages. Seventeen is all teeny bopper love. Twenty one, things get far more intimate. Thirty five is interest, because Harry is due to turn 35. That part of the song, the lyrics speak of relationship with blue blooded woman, limousines, chauffeurs. I am interpreting this as an annulment or divorce before he turns 35. Hope and a future to look forward to real love, a real family of his very own. I wish that with all my heart for our Harry!

… Marry and Hagon

Marry and Hagon? Harry and Magon……..She will be gone. Harry will be Harry but she will be gone!!!!!

“meanwhile, back at BP”……

Old saying meanwhile back at the ranch, means change the topic or in tv shows change of scene. So with all that has gone on, HMTQ remains doing her duty each and every day. How l love her in purple!! She follows her routine, to the letter, giving each appearance her all. One would never ever know of all the things that have happened and are continuing to happen behind the scenes. The stiff upper lip, that’s how one gets things done, it’s not mentally damaging. HOBBIES , sniff sniff, snort snort, the like madam loves, and PERVERSION are mentally damaging. There is a saying, when the going gets tough, the tough get going. One doesn’t whimper and moan. With my current life, since my spinal lesion and constant pain, my life changed fir sure. Stiff upper lip and humour have got me through. I think pretty much anyone who has read my words, or messaged me, can attest to the fact that l have a serious side along with a silly side! Stiff upper lip!!

“mummy,mummy a Halloween unicorn 🦄 “…… “ I’m going as a 🦎”… “well we’re going as M&H”…

Well, how much would l LOVE to see these beautiful children in their Halloween costumes!! Princess Charlotte, a unicorn, Prince George as a lizard, William and Catherine’s joking as who they will be. MM ANON, can you please find out what boss baby Prince Louis’ costume will be!! Thank God for the beautiful Cambridge family,they are so beloved.

“yeah, it’s a pity I listened to my d***”.

Prince Harry, again in conversation, l would say definitely with a male due to usage of the d word, starts with d rhymes with pick. Talking together with how he got into this mess. It was a booty call, just a booty call. To have that lead where it has, is terrifying. Pay attention kids! No casual sex! It eats away at your soul.

“ nothings impossible mate”……

Continuing in the conversation, his friend is reassuring Prince Harry that he has fulfilled his duty. This relationship will end in annulment or divorce and the future is bright. He has learned so much about himself, about life, about what’s truly important and there is definitely possibility for him to find love and have his own family. All thank a God he has supportive friends and family who live him!

“look’ here’s your out!!”

Madam, wah wah wah, nobody asks me if l am ok, and saying in vague terms that she maybe cannot continue, it’s near the end of the interview, l cannot recall the exact words. She will go to America , hit the ground running there🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣. The only way she will hit the ground running is if she parachutes off the plane! Her doing this, his friend is saying that Harry’s out, it’s a short way to say, you can get out of a situation. This means get out of the marriage. I am still not 100% there is a legal marriage, Harry held up the register as he signed, plus non-consumation, (no intimacy after vows)annulment. I think the fact that this alleged baby is NOT his, that is critical point as well. Treason, madam trying to pass off baby as being of the body, fauxmegnancy, and no DNA matching Harry.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 22/2019 1500 hrs CST💜💜💜💜💜

Thank you dear PG! This is great….things are happening in the background….I too would love to know what PL will be! Much appreciated as usual…😊💜💜💜💜

Ask Skippy submission

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG APOLOGISES🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

💜💜💜I have to apologize, l after the submission, noted two clues were missed by me.

l have changed how l work on the riddles, in terms of where on my iPad. It has happened several times that l miss clues since that time.

MM ANON, l mostly apologize to you, l know you work so hard on your riddles.

Am l forgiven!???🥺

GSTQAOBC🇨🇦

PG, no need to apologize…we appreciate you and all the time and effort you put in…😊💜💜💜💜

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻FOR MM ANON FROM PG🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM Anon💜💜💜💜💜

MM ANON …… pg … no apologies never!!! You’re input as with others who give such a wealth of interpretations. Time for me to thank everyone for their esteemed efforts , my sincere and humble thanks. One last riddle ……… “ The pain in gain stays mainly on the wane.” (( difficult)) … but fun.

Eliza Doolittle

the rain in Spain stats mainly in the plains

MY FAIR LADY awe come on that was easy! Rex Harrison always my idea of an Englishman!

Seriously thank you for your kind words!

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GSTQAOBC🇨🇦

Thank you PG😊❤️❤️❤️

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95: oct 24

MM Anon I DONT KNOW WHY IT WAS ALL JUMBLED UP I HAVE REDONE IT

MM ANON …… 22 years,sex lies drugs and video tapes …… little boy lost (and found) …… LGs long rope …… 🎼don’t cry for me …… 🎼……… DVDelivery …… LGs records. …… 🎼”cold comfort for change”🎼MA……… “ No darling, 42 and counting “……… “ since 🎼don’t cry for me …… 🎼 before the gathering of unhappy people old thing”……… inadmissible but relevant …… “ a brilliant QC”……… “ a very thick brief📇⚖️“…… “as tight as a ducks@$$ under water’ ma’am”…… “one is reluctant you understand!

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 24/2019 0500 hrs CST

Sorry it’s submitted so late!

22 years,sex lies drugs and video tapes

Madam has a long, sordid past and present, her future is unknown, one can always pray for redemption. This clue is telling us of several decades of vulgarity, substance(s) use and abuse, pornographic videos etc etc etc. Some people somewhere have the videos. There has to be many many witnesses or people out there who have first hand knowledge either participating in or observing these behaviours. Thus far there has been no whistle blowers so to speak. That tells us a lot of money has been paid or threats made to silence people.

little boy lost (and found)

This has been the title of numerous tings, sculpture, film, novel and a poem by poem by William Blake in the 1700’s. I will focus on that. It is written by a Christian, he uses the metaphor of a young boy walking behind his father but loses his way, endings up all wet and muddy. Here we have little boy lost and found. This is of course our Harry. He was lost emotionally decades after he lost his mum. Lifestyle choices were not the best, shall leave it at that. He met madam on a booty call, here we are today. Harry has, l still believe! been working covertly for all the reasons l have stated reported in my interpretations. Hence the little boy, now a man has been giving his all to make up for his mistake(s) to his own physical peril. Weight loss, depression etc etc. He now has six weeks leave!

LGs long rope

LG has made a long game plan, every step of the way madam, thinking she’s getting her way, has fallen into every trap, the ultimate being the video interview with Tom Brady, Harry’s friend going way back! The old saying give a guy a rope and he will hang himself , metaphorically, like give an inch , she will take a mile. Give her bit of freedom and she ends up looking like an idiot. Well she truly has incriminated herself, the video was brilliant in capturing everything in HER OWN WORDS!

🎼don’t cry for me …… 🎼

Fantastic musical entitled Evita! Based on the life of Evita Peron . She was born Maria Eva Duarte’s in a small village in Argentina, in a very poor family. At young age she moved to Buenos Aires with big dreams of being famous actress. A year there she met her future husband at a charity event. Juan Peron became president in 1946 and she was First Lady until 1952, year she died. The Musial became very successful even became a film with Madonna. Anyhow we know madam spent time in Argentina as arranged by one of her uncles, working in some job at the embassy/ consulate. Those years are murky but she didn’t last long , she allegedly left suddenly with some guy. The irony of both women’s lives cannot be lost!

DVDelivery

DVD, we know recordings of sex exist. Who sent them and who received them? Who has copies. There are videos onlin, l won’t watch but some say yes, some say no regarding whose in them. I would think, LG has long long had possession of that and worse. We know the DM has a million dossier ready to go , ready BEFORE the day of unhappy people!

LGs records.

LG has the most distinguished record of service to HMTQ and country. I am certain he has kept a volume of data, in all forms of all the information he and his team and other agencies have collected. I am as certain of that as l am certain of anything.

🎼”cold comfort for change”🎼MA

MM ANON takes us again to Pink Floyd. I used to love! this song, Wish You Were Here, can be used with any loss, or at least l found it to be thus. Madam and MA have been an illicit pair for years and years. Just imagine what the two of them got up to together! Using SoHo, MA knows EVERYBODY,, He probably has dirt of EVERYBODY as well! These two, longing for each other’s company and their plans to outwit the backers or make that go rogue, marry baby etc etc. Their continued secret communications, thinking LG had no idea😂😂😂😂🤣. Oh they’re both in a world of hurt, missing their partner in crime, a common phrase but here think a literal meaning!!!

“ No darling, 42 and counting “…

There has long long long been speculation that madam is not and has never been truthful about her real age. MM ANON is telling us 42 and counting so what is her real exact age??? Old as her tongue and a little older than her teeth😂😂😂🤣🤣.

“ since 🎼don’t cry for me …… 🎼 before the gathering of unhappy people old thing”

I put these two clues together because MM ANON started and ended the quotation marks. The song Don’t Cry for Me Argentina is from the musical Evita. It was a film in 1996. Evita the stage version started as a rock musical in 1976, came to the West End in 1978, Andrew Lloyd Webber, the brilliant creator. Let’s do some math 2019 - 1976 mmmm what’s that give us 43! Madam is 43!!!! She was 42 at the gathering of unhappy people!!LIAR CRY FOUL, LEST BE A LIAR!!!

inadmissible but relevant

Evidence, has to be obtained legally or given voluntarily in order for it to be used in court. So what evidence exists that is relevant but inadmissible? Anything subjective, gut feeling, something told under duress, that sort of thing.

“ a brilliant QC”…

To those unfamiliar, in the U.K. and Canada the “Queen’s Counsel”, an honour given to a senior and distinguished barrister in recognition of an outstanding career during Queen Victoria’s reign. K.C. means King’s Counsel. K.C.

In Canada, the honourary title of Queen’s Counsel, or QC, is used to recognize Canadian lawyers for exceptional merit and contribution to the legal profession. These barristers or attorneys/lawyers are responsible for bringing legal cases to court for prosecution. They must need a brilliant one to process the litany of alleged crimes to be charged. I have absolutely no doubt there are many capable and they have alright had decisions made in this regard.

“ a very thick brief📇⚖️“…

A brief is a written legal document used in various legal adversarial systems that is presented to a court arguing why one party to a particular case should prevail. Upon a barrister devolves the duty of taking charge of a case when it comes into court, but all the preliminary work, such as the drawing up of the case, serving papers, marshalling evidence, etc., is performed by a solicitor. The delivery of a brief to counsel gives him authority to act for his client in all matters which the litigation involves.The brief was probably so called from its first being only a copy of the original writ. From wiki. So given the number and brevity of likely charges, one can only begin to imagine the amount of paperwork, evidence , briefs etc etc etc

“as tight as a ducks@$$ under water’ ma’am”

LG and HMTQ in conversation, he is reassuring her, the evidence with corresponding charges is wrapped up solid.Her reply follows below.

“one is reluctant you understand!

She is reluctant to give the official go ahead, with all the unknown reverberations that could occur across the country, the U.K. , the Commonwealth and the globe, especially in light of Brexit. She has so much on her shoulders. Let’s do remember HMTQ in our prayers.🙏🏻🙏🏻

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

October 24/2019 0605 C

This worked PG….thank you😊❤️❤️❤️

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96: Oct 24

💜RESUBMITTING THE RIGHT RIDDLE NOW💜

MM Anon

MM ANON …… six weeks in rehab🤫……… Invictus recovery …… loyally remembered …… unhook the Tender…… burned boats……political ambition …… nutmegs WH moment … sugar queen…… 🎼” When I was young it seemed that life …“🎼 …… The casting of the Runes……” EU-bloody-REKA old thing “…… safe inside WC…… “a strategic move to Winchester 📵”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

October 24/2019

1130 hrs CST

six weeks in rehab🤫

Rehab on the dl as the kids used to say. Down low, secretly. The emoji is the shhhh emoji, so it’s information to be kept quiet. So is that what visits to L.A. are now? Rehab? Is it compelled rehab?? She truly does need help, l also think a full medical and psychiatric work-up/assessment would be prudent. A long history of paranoia, people medicate themselves when experiencing psychotic symptoms. Unsure when this will happen. Harry needs family rehab, medical care, therapist but most of all time away from madam, of any appearances with her. Time to recharge his personal batteries, get his mojo back, as MM ANON used the word mojo, the other day!😊

Invictus recovery

Invictus, Harry’s blood sweat and l am certain many tears were the impetus for him creating Invictus. Invictus from the Latin means undefeated or unconquered. It is the perfect word for describing the individuals who are veterans with visible or not visible post war trauma. The next a Invictus Games are you be held at The Hague, The Netherlands in May, 2020. Harry did a quick visit there while madam was having her fauxmegnancy. This organization has helped uncounted veterans and their families, through the games, the camaraderie etc. He has done extremely well and he should be very very proud of helping sooo many including himself!

… loyally remembered November 11/2019, the eleventh hour, the eleventh day of the eleventh month we all or should stop to remain those veterans and those fallen in battle for our freedoms. It is always a day that many attend services, the Royal family always do, they spread out and cover various places. Harry is Colonel-in-Chief of the Army Air Corps (AAC), and as HMTQ Personal Aide-de-Camp. He will be dressed in his dress uniform and likely attend several places. I think it might be especially poignant and painful this year due to the suicide of his close friend, who helped train him for the South Pole adventure, Jules Roberts.

unhook the Tender…

Unhook means to open or take/out down like curtain pins, or bra. Tender can mean gentle, Tender is also money, called legal tender. So who is taking down money and from where for what reason? Tender l just read can also be a battery or electrical charger. As l think now, this may be a right metaphor MM ANON has given. Unhook the tender, at any point you want a spark or a charge it’s ready and waiting! Voila, LG has all the evidence collected, case tight, all i‘S dotted and t’s crossed. Everything ship shape, nothing remotely left to chance, right down to MI6 watching over a Grandpa Tom in Mexico. Kids , it’s as close as it gets, hang on!

burned boats

Burned bridges can be literal actually burning a bridge but it can also mean damage or break your future options, connections,reputation, opportunities, by some act, particularly intentionally. Even if you fired from a job take care not to burn your bridges with unseemly comments on the way out, since you never know who you will meet again. Here we have burned boats, has madam lost any and all contacts in her yachting world, source of money. She very likely has, no one would be interested now, especially wealthy men, they don’t want the obvious scandal that would come if they were seen and perchance she be recognized. The obvious reason is her age, she , as my cousin who has a horse ranch would say, she been ridden hard and put away wet! You must rubdown a horse after riding. She’s aged and not well, her hobbies have really taken their toll.

political ambition

It has been rumoured for quite sometime that madam has political aspirations and even rumoured of her taking a run for the White House where the president of America has his office and home. All l can do is 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣

nutmegs WH moment

Madam met BO when he was President, she was the plus one guest of Ron Burkle , of SoHo. I wonder what on earth she had to do, to get that plus one invite!!!!🤢🤢🤢 Likely nothing she has not done numerous times before!

sugar queen…

Madams cult-like brainwashed ‘fans’ mostly younger and a certain demographic. They, l don’t know why, are called sugars. They worship her she is their queen, they fully believe she should be the next Queen. Since doing these riddles l have, sadly, learned of the ‘urban dictionary’, here is their definition,💜💜” A bisexual male that is stylish and easy to talk to to usually attractive and full of talent and advice 💜💜 A person who supports any and all activities (past, present, and future) done by the former z-list actress and current failure-as-a-royal and by several puns involving the name “Sussex.” Sugars owe their unfortunate allegiance to a number of factors, including (but not limited to) congenitally-low IQ, complete ignorance of etiquette and royal protocol, an excess of entitlement, self-esteem at a level warranted by godhood (with nothing to back it up), and the feeble defenses of “Jealousy!” and “Racist!” when challenged.💜💜 Actually, they are pretty much lower-rent clones of their low-rent diva goddess. I just can’t believe this sorry folks l am as shocked as you will be reading this!! The items between the Purple Hearts are from the urban dictionary!!They have actually MADE UP A WORD JUST FOR MADAM!

🎼” When I was young it seemed that life …“🎼

Life was just for fun… This song, All By Myself, has been covered/performed by many, my favourite being Celine Dion. The song talk about being young, casual sex, flings, and getting older. The entire premise of the song is someone who desperately does not want to be alone and grow old alone. This is our Harry. I won’t repeat his history, relationships, we all know all of it. Once madam is no longer in the picture, incarceration, moved whatever, he will begin the process of figuring out who he is after this experience. He will need a lot of time talking with a professional to help him, his pre-existing depression, PTSD compounded with the trauma of the last two years. He is young, healthy, has a big family who live him dearly. I have hope for him to find his love and have a real family of his own. Now l am going to hav this song in my head all day!

The casting of the Runes

Let’s educate ourselves on what Runes means. Wiki tells me it has several meanings, l am only familiar with it as stones. a letter of an ancient Germanic alphabet, related to the Roman alphabet. Wiki

a mark or letter of mysterious or magic significance.

small stones, pieces of bone, etc., bearing runes, and used as divinatory symbols Casting the Runes“ is a short story written by the English writer M.R. James The story briefly wiki Mr. Edward Dunning is a researcher for the British Museum. At the beginning of the story he has recently reviewed The Truth of Alchemy by a Mr. Karswell, an alchemist and occultist. Afterwards he begins seeing the name John Harrington displayed wherever he goes. He learns that Harrington also reviewed Karswell’s work and died in a freak accident not long after.

Harrington’s brother helps Dunning to discover that Karswell cursed both men by slipping them a piece of paper with some runes on it. They deduce that the curse, once cast, will cause the bearer to die in three months. They track down Karswell a day before the curse is set to kill Dunning and manage to return the runes to him. Karswell dies the next day, killed by a stone that fell from scaffolding around St. Wulfram’s Church in Abbeville.

I couldn’t shorten it and do it justice. So basically madam has cast the runes, a horrible spell on Harry, he has suffered under it through it and his family has been exerting every possible intervention to help him, gather intel and evidence of alleged crimes. There will be justice, it is coming. JUSTICE IS COMING RACHEL!! TICK TOCK 🕰

” EU-bloody-REKA old thing “…

Eureka is what the miners used to shout when they struck gold, oil, diamonds etc. Here MM ANON has written EU-bloody-REKA old thing. They are talking about Brexit and what the nation has been going through ever since the votes came in. Lots is still unknown and everyone is on edge, to put it mildly.

safe inside WC

Safe has at least two meaning, one is to be kept from harm, contented or a metal device or strong box that holds valuables, jewels cash, papers, wills, bonds etc etc. I am certain there is a safe in Windsor Castle ie WC. HMTQ is also safe at WC, there are plenty of RPO’S to protect her from anything and everything. I am very interested in what is the topic MM ANON is sharing with us. What’s in the safe?? Photos, dvd(s), recordings, on and on! Something of importance that’s for certain!

“a strategic move to Winchester 📵”

The emoji indicates blockage of cell phone/mobile device usage. Two places l know of for certain hospitals and prisons. The city of Winchester has both, and they are right across the street from each other. Clever eh? Rehab in one, no outside communication, alone with her thoughts, no hobbies no cope, it’s going to be a personal hell to detox. I’ve seen it many times, it’s horrible. Strategic in terms of containing for personal safety, not harm self, no contact with others, no news or what’s happening in the world etc etc. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦 October 24/2019 1315 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG😊💜💜💜

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awakeandalive2012 · 4 years ago

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Grateful

The last several months have been a whirlwind of [much needed] change. For me personally, things went from 0 to 60 real quick from my last post. It’s been insane, but now I have a little bit of time to step back and take in the scenery a little bit. Which, in my own way, is to recount everything that I have been up to since moving back to the east coast.

As the title of this blog suggests, I am nothing but truly grateful for everything in my life thus far, even with everything that has happened this year thus far. My former coworkers, my family, my friends, every single one of you has been been truly helpful and sending so much love and positivity my way during this difficult time. So for that, THANK YOU.

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May 2020

My journey back to the east coast from sunny Los Angeles was eventful. We travelled for four days, with my mom and I alternating driving times in my car, while my dad tailed us (and sometimes sped ahead) in the other family car. Each night, we did stay in hotels (which we vigorously cleaned upon arrival).One of the highlights of this trip was making a detour into Scottsdale Arizona, where my grandparents used to live. We stopped at our favorite Jewish deli eatery, Chompies, and had one of the best meals in recent memories. We also visited some of my parent’s Israel trip friends who lived nearby. One of the hardest days was the last one, when we hit a massive rainstorm crossing through Arkansas and Tennessee. It was more rain than I had seen during my nearly four year tenure in LA. But also, it was the last leg of the trip and at this point, I was ready to return home safe and sound.

Even after all that, the long days on the road, the unexplainably cold night sleeps in hotel rooms, the constant pit stops, and the loving embrace that I gave my cats as soon as I barged in the front door, it didn’t actually hit me that I was truly back home. Not yet anyway.

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June 2020

My main focus this month was scouting and landing a job (and still is, spoiler alert). Boy, that is easier said than done. I know that millions are in the same boat as me right now, which is awful. Current political & pandemic atmosphere aside, I have been blessed with having enough funds to manage. Unfortunately, for the rest of the world, including former work colleagues of mine, are struggling every day to make ends meet and don’t have the same luxuries. I truly wish I could help them out, but being in a similar boat as them, it’s hard for me to figure out the most efficient way to do so. All I can do is be a friend, a positive light, who can provide positive energy and words of encouragement. Feel free to reach out and I will reply <3 To those who fit this bill, or to anyone who needs to hear; WE WILL GET THROUGH THIS. I promise.

I moved up to Virginia to be with Caleb in mid-June. He came down to Tennessee to help me gather my belongings, because yes I am a packrat and love stuff and it all wouldn’t fit in my car. That moment, when he finally drove down my driveway and made his way to my front door, I wrapped my arms around him super tight. We had done this routine numerous times before, but this one was the most impactful. To embrace him and know that we had successfully closed the gap on a nearly three year long distance relationship was truly memorable.

At this point, I felt in my heart that I was here to stay. But it didn’t really feel “real” yet; it was as if that nagging feeling of “check in to your flight” or “pack up your suitcase” was still triggering my internal reminders.

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July 2020

What. A. Month.

It has been one of the happiest months of my life. Firstly, Caleb and I finally moved into our own apartment together. I walked into the apartment for the first time on July 8th. Breathless, unable to fully encompass my thoughts and my emotions. In that moment, I felt as if a huge brick that had been crushing my soul finally tumble off. I walked in and looked around in awe. After weeks of searching and inquiring, I found us a place to call our own. We managed, in this crazy and turbulent time, to start a new chapter in our relationship together. Our first night in the new apartment, after the big move in, we shared a meal of Korean Fried Chicken together. In that moment, as we sat down and enjoyed our meal together (so delicious by the way), it hit me. Just like standing under a waterfall at summer camp, or a big gust of wind swirling your body around with its current. It finally hit me that I was home.

Secondly, Caleb and I headed down to Hilton Head for a much needed vacation with my family. Beach week for us is a family tradition; we have been going for at least 21 years now. This year was special, because the purpose of this trip was to celebrate my newly married sister. They held a small beautiful ceremony from our rented out beach house, which overlooked a nearby golf course and grandiose lake. The ceremony happened and I took a moment to look around. Even though there were only seven of us, in those brief moments, everyone was smiling. My family was happy, but more importantly, my sister was happy. Throughout my whole life, I know that Elena has been by my side, picking up the pieces where I fell and had my back. We even joked that she was the older sister figure, not me. She made me laugh, she was my rock, my confidant, my number one fan, and my happy place. I can never pay her back for all the joy that she has brought to my life. But now, it was her turn to to be happy. I was so glad to be a witness to that joy; she deserves every bit of happiness for her new life with her now husband.

Lastly, I got engaged. Yep, Caleb got down on one knee and proposed during beach week with my family. And yes, I cried. For the moment, since we didn’t have a ring yet, he used one of my sister’s birdseed bundles from the wedding ceremony and tied a ribbon from that bundle around my finger. All that set against a golf course sunset backdrop. Truly magical. When we got back, we went and got a ring. Even as I sit here and type up this post, I constantly stare down at my finger in awe and excitement. I get butterflies. I smile. The one moment in every girl’s life that she dreams of, finding someone truly special for them and realizing that you’re going to be with them for the rest of your life. That is happening to me. I never imagined that it would happen. Years of Pinterest boards and swooning over my favorite rom com doesn’t even come close to the joy that I am feeling in the moment. I am going to marry an amazing man, and it feels fucking amazing.

At this point, still job hunting and still coming up empty handed. But I continue my search because I know it only takes one.

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August 2020

Cut to today, August 5th 2020. Seriously, this year is both progressing at a snail’s pace and at top notch speeds. The job struggle still continues, but I’m still standing. Now that I have sat back and reflected on the last few months, I have had to slowly adjust both my mindset and time towards tomorrow. Every day, I am finding new strengths and weaknesses that I possess. Every day, I have made some choices for the benefit of our future. And, like I promised myself months ago, every day I try to write in some capacity. Because of the numerous events described above, that goal has not been met to my satisfaction. But now, as I rediscovered my feature script which I started nearly four years ago, I hope to make a dent of progress in that front.

In conclusion, I am truly grateful for where my life is right now and I am grateful for those people in my life who have helped me to get to this point. <3

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scifigeneration · 5 years ago

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What's on the far side of the Moon?

by Wayne Schlingman

The far side looks a lot like the near side. NASA's Scientific Visualization Studio, CC BY

Looking up at the silvery orb of the Moon, you might recognize familiar shadows and shapes on its face from one night to the next. You see the same view of the Moon our early ancestors did as it lighted their way after sundown.

Only one side of the spherical Moon is ever visible from Earth – it wasn’t until 1959 when the Soviet Spacecraft Luna 3 orbited the Moon and sent pictures home that human beings were able to see the “far side” of the Moon for the first time.

Comparison of humanity’s first glimpse of the lunar far side and the same view thanks to LRO data 50 years later. NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center Scientific Visualization Studio, CC BY

A phenomenon called tidal locking is responsible for the consistent view. The Earth and its Moon are in close proximity and thus exert significant gravitational forces on each other. These tidal forces slow the rotations of both bodies. They locked the Moon’s rotation in sync with its orbital period relatively soon after it formed – as a product of a collision between a Mars-sized object and the proto-Earth, 100 million years after the solar system coalesced.

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The Moon’s orbital period and rotational period are the same length of time.

Now the Moon takes one trip around the Earth in the same amount of time it takes to make one rotation around its own axis: about 28 days. From Earth, we always see the same face of the Moon; from the Moon, the Earth stands still in the sky.

Buzz Aldrin descends from the lunar module to the surface of the Moon on July 20, 1969. JSC/NASA, CC BY

The near side of the Moon is well studied because we can see it. The astronauts landed on the near side of the Moon so they could communicate with NASA here on Earth. All of the samples from the Apollo missions are from the near side.

Although the far side of the Moon isn’t visible from our vantage point, and with all due respect to Pink Floyd, it is not accurate to call it the dark side of the Moon. All sides of the moon experience night and day just like we do here on Earth. All sides have equal amounts of day and night over the course of a single month. A lunar day lasts about two Earth weeks.

With modern satellites, astronomers have completely mapped the lunar surface. A Chinese mission, Chang'e 4, is currently exploring the Aitken Basin on the far side of the Moon — the first such mission ever landed there. Researchers hope Chang'e 4 will help answer questions about the crater’s surface features and test whether things can grow in lunar soil. A privately funded Israeli mission, Beresheet, started as a mission to compete for the Google Lunar X Prize. Despite crashing during an attempted landing earlier this month, the Beresheet team still won the Moon Shot Award.

Being shielded from civilization means the far side of the moon is “radio dark.” There, researchers can measure weak signals from the universe that would otherwise be drowned out. Chang'e 4, for instance, will be able to observe low-frequency radio light coming from the Sun or beyond that’s impossible to detect here on the Earth due to human activity, such as TV and radio broadcasts and other forms of communication signals. Low-frequency radio peers back in time to the very first stars and the very first black holes, giving astronomers a greater understanding of how the structures of the universe began forming.

Arrows indicate position of Chang'e 4 lander on the floor of the Moon’s Von Kármán crater. The sharp crater behind and to the left of the landing site is 12,800 feet across and 1,970 feet deep. NASA/GSFC/Arizona State University, CC BY

Rover missions also investigate all sides of the Moon as space scientists prepare for future human missions, looking to the Moon’s resources to help humanity get to Mars. For instance, water – discovered by NASA’s LCROSS satellite beneath the Moon’s north and south poles in 2009 – can be broken up into hydrogen and oxygen and used for fuel and breathing.

Researchers are getting closer to exploring the Moon’s polar craters, some of which have never seen the light of day – literally. They are deep and in just the right place to never have the Sun shine onto the crater floor. There are certainly dark parts of the Moon, but the whole far side isn’t one of them.

About The Author:

Wayne Schlingman is Director of the Arne Slettebak Planetarium at The Ohio State University

This article is republished from The Conversation under a Creative Commons license.

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justfor2am · 5 years ago

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Snow in Venice

Words: 4610

Warnings: Character death, terminal illness, crying, alcohol mention

Ships: Logicality, implied Prinxiety, Logince

I technically wrote this a while back on a different site, but I figured I could bring this over here too! Hope y’all enjoy. Based around the cover of ‘Snow in Venice’ Thomas posted a couple years ago. I apologize if the Italian is wrong, I had to use google translate for some bits.

Abejita: little bee

Logan has the perfect life. A wonderful husband, a house, and a place in the world. But seasons change, and with it, Logan finds himself chasing old horizons and running into new ones.

"Maybe my song isn't happy enough but I, I see it take flight with the snowflakes above me..." Patton's voice carried through the kitchen, over the light sizzle of eggs in a battered frying pan. Logan had been busying himself with setting the table, when a faint smile passed over his lips.

"That song again? I'd thought by now you'd grow tired of it." His voice held no bite as he set down the last of the cutlery, and snaked his arms around the other's waist. Logan loved hearing Patton sing; sweet like the cardinals chirping outside their front porch. Light streamed through the open curtains of the window; the air was a fair and breezy reminder of the coming spring weather.

Patton laughed under his breath, soft, golden brown curls falling into his eyes. He pushed his hair back, (Logan really must get him a haircut) and shrugged. "I don't know, it just makes me happy. Even though the singer is sad, they're still looking for their partner."

He turned off the gas-lit stove with a click. "It's almost romantic." Patton smiled at his husband, and left a sweet kiss on his lips. Logan could never get enough of his kisses, and his ears turned pink in embarrassment. "I suppose that's one way of viewing it."

"Come on, honeybee. Breakfast's ready!"

•••

"My coffee gets cold, as I'm staring enthralled, at the snow, that keeps falling outside." The words were no longer belted out in a rich, warm tone. Patton's lungs had grown far too weak for such things in recent months, and Logan didn't want him straining himself anymore than necessary. Patton busied himself with another knitted scarf, humming under his breath; Logan prepped him another cup of tea and tried to ignore the fits of coughing that frequented his room.

"You really should rest your voice, I don't want you to lose it again." Logan carried a small tray into the other's room, a cup of lavender tea with two spoonfuls of honey they way he liked. The tray was set down on the nightstand, and Logan picked up Patton's last, unfinished cup. He was having trouble keeping anything down, these days.

Patton's fingers froze in their weaving, the yellow and green thread uneven and messy. He slowly turned to look at Logan, a thin, fragile smile gracing his face. "You're so sweet, but I promise, I'm nearly well. Can't I go outside for a little while?" He asked.

Logan watched him carefully, those round, hazel eyes that didn't shine the way they used to. Logan saw how Patton's hand shook, how he could barely keep his knitting even. And he didn't want to remember the last time he'd let his husband get out of bed unattended; a nearly twisted ankle had given them both much more than a small fright.

It pained him to shake his head, to look Patton in those gorgeous, hazel eyes and tell him "no," tell him "he couldn't risk getting any more ill."

Patton said he wasn't sick, this was just a small flu, a cold, allergies. Every day, something new. Every day, the same request to leave bed rest just for a day, an hour, a minute. All he wanted to do was feel the sun again, or if it were raining, to splash in puddles and not care if his socks got wet. To be and feel alive.

Eventually, he stopped asking. Mid summer, when Logan brought him his hourly tea, he asked a different question. "Honeybee," Patton said, "Could you bring me a map?"

Confused, Logan set down the cup of tea. "A map? A map of what?"

He paused, thinking. "Europe, I think. Yeah, Europe." He was almost cheery, a new, excited spark emitting from Patton. "And a pencil, if you don't mind."

Logan brought him what he'd requested, and kissed him. "I don't know what you're planning, but don't strain yourself." He said. "The last thing I want is for you to fall asleep while working."

The latter only smiled, and cupped his cheek. "You're one to talk, sweetheart."

•••

Patton hadn't been this bubbly in ages. Through all of the coughing and feverish ranting, he kept his spirits high with what he was now calling, "The Fredricksen Project".

"You know," he pushed another red pin into the now lightly battered-up map, connecting the blue thread to yet another city, "Like Carl and Ellie Fredricksen, from Up?"

Logan chuckled, moving to sit on the bed next to Patton, "Last time I checked, they only wanted to visit one place in South America, or did we not view the same movie?" He took a seat next to Patton on the bed, where he was now tying a light blue thread from one pin to another. There were quite a number of places marked, London, Paris, Berlin, Rome- "...I don't suppose you're also planning for modes of transportation?" He asked lightly. "London and Paris aren't exactly next-door-neighbors."

His husband only shook his head and laughed. "That's part of the fun. We'll figure it out as we go." Patton pushed the map away from himself, taking a long look at it. "I think," he said, "we're still missing something." He pursed his lips, and clicked his tongue in a wondering key. "I just don't know what."

Logan picked up the map, and smiled. "Perhaps a final stop in Venice wouldn't be a bad idea." He took a red pin, marking the city. "What do you think? I've heard it's lovely in the spring."

Patton nodded, and kissed his lips with a content hum. "Venice sounds perfect." He sat up slightly, stretching his back. "When would you want to go?"

Tapping a pencil against the paper, Logan counted the points listed. "There's quite a lot of cities to visit, it would take us a while. We've only just finished paying off the house, and there's still my work at the university that needs to be taken into account-"

He was interrupted by a heavy bout of coughing, and his eyes darted to Patton's frail figure, curling up into himself. Logan's hands went like clockwork, first to push away any loose pins or papers away from Patton, then to the glass of water that always sat on the nightstand. But he refused the water, instead taking a long, heavy breath. Patton leaned back against the pillows and sighed.

Logan pushed his curls away from his eyes, and he could see what was left of that bright cheerfulness draining away. Patton was exhausted, or maybe more than that. Something like running on empty, Logan supposed.

"Maybe we should wait a while, until your health impro-" "No." Logan blinked, his train of thought interrupted. Patton rubbed his eyes, and pulled his heavy black-framed glasses off. "I don't want to wait anymore."

It was rare for his husband to sound so blank, even with the state of his illness. This was something new. "...What do you mean?" He asked.

Patton stared down at his bedsheets, folding the fabric between his fingers. "I...I don't want to put this off anymore." He paused, adding hastily, "The trip, I don't want to wait on the trip anymore."

"I think it's time we had ourselves another adventure, you know?" His hazel eyes met Logan's, and once again, Logan found it painful to tell him 'no'. "Yes, I think it's time."

He stood up, leaving the map with Patton. "But, not today. Soon, however. I promise."

Patton nodded, looking back down at his hands. "Soon."

•••

"I got you something!" Patton hid his phone screen from Logan, who in turn, playfully covered his eyes. "I suppose this is a 'no peeking' type situation?"

Patton giggled, "Yup! You have to guess."

"How many guesses do I get?"

"Um, one."

Logan uncovered his eyes slightly. "Well those don't sound like fair odds."

"Hey, no peeking!" Patton chided, and Logan covered his eyes again. "Wait, can I just tell you? It's really, really special."

"Do I get to uncover my eyes if you do?" Logan asked.

"Sure, now come, come!" Patton reached for Logan's hand. Logan uncovered his eyes and threaded their fingers together. "What did you get me?"

Patton turned his phone back on, "I know our anniversary is a few weeks away, but I wanted to go ahead and get this early." On his phone, there was a receipt for a connected-flight plane ticket. Logan scrolled through the page, and skimmed the cities listed. "London, Paris, Berlin... Patton, how did you afford this?"

He shrugged, still smiling. "I went through my retirement fund. Was a penny and a half, but I'm glad I did."

Logan was dumbfounded. "I, this is a wonderful gift Patton, I love it." He hesitated. "But, I can't accept this. It's too much, you'll need something to fall back on financially in the future. Besides, there's only one ticket, and if you're implying that I take this trip without you, I could never."

Patton squeezed his hand. "Honeybee, it's okay. This is just the first step, you know. We'll start saving, and I'll get a ticket for myself later. But this is yours, and I want you to have it."

His breathing failed him for a moment, and Patton took a long pause. "From me to you, our adventure is finally starting."

•••

"I don't want you here; please go home."

"My home is right here; I'm not leaving."

This was the types of talks Logan and Patton were having now, but instead of their cozy two-story home, and soft beds, and hot tea, there were sterilized hospital rooms, and hard beds, and beeping machines.

Patton was counting his fifteenth day in this room, and fourth in his attempts to convince Logan to leave. "I don't want you to see me like this, I know it hurts you." His voice was faint and broken, and anything he said was more often than not, followed by a coughing spell. "It's time to go."

"If you think I could leave you in a hospital all alone, of all places, and be able to live with myself, then you are sorely mistaken." Logan had his arms crossed in a defensive pose across his chest, pacing the room with an irregular foot step. "It's not time to go anywhere, Patton. I need to be with you, here."

Logan could see Patton shaking his head out of the corner of his eye, and he sighed. "I'm not going to leave you, and that's final."

"I've trapped you, I didn't mean to do that-"

"You've done no such thing, rest your voice."

"Lo, you need to go."

"I can't. I won't. I'm not going to."

Patton coughed, and fell back against his pillows harshly. "I think, maybe, we have different meanings to where you would go."

He stopped pacing. "I'm talking about our house," Logan said. "What do you mean?"

"Europe."

He froze. "No. Absolutely not. I cannot go to Europe and simply leave you here."

"You already have a ticket, remember?" Patton mumbled. He closed his eyes, and slowed his ragged breathing. "Everything's ready, and I really want you to go. Take pictures for me, if you'd like."

Logan shook his head firmly, "I'm not going to Europe while you're so ill. When you get better, we can take the trip together. I promised you that, remember? I promised that we would go soon, the moment you were well enough to travel. Besides, there's almost enough saved up to buy you your ticket, it's just a matter of waiting a little while longer."

Patton opened his eyes slowly, and stared up at the ceiling. "You know I can't wait anymore.

"That's not true, you're getting better."

"You know that's a lie honeybee, please don't lie to yourself."

"Stop saying that, you're getting better I know it-" He wasn't sure at what point he'd walked to the window, or why he was leaning against it trying not to cry. Logan wasn't sure of anything anymore.

"And traveling light.... is a curse, and a blessing. For someone like me, whose heart has gone missing..." Patton's voice was thin and worn out, but Logan needed to hear it.

So get on that plane, as the snow turns to rain, and I'm writing your name, on the clouds..."

•••

Logan had always hated airports. The noisy bustling of business men in grey suits and black ties, maternal figures herding their children and partners to the correct gate with an exhausted expression, and those were only two types of people that frequented this place.

It was something akin to purgatory for him, and Logan was filled with doubt from the baggage checks to the physical act of boarding the plane itself. There was very little he still carried with himself: a single suitcase with simple, practical garments, a wallet with as much money the bank allowed him to withdraw stuffed messily inside, and a few legal things here and there. Birth certificates, social security cards, passports, things he wanted to do away with.

He found himself taking a window seat, waiting for the actual departure. Getting to this point had been incredibly difficult, and somehow the funeral was the least painful of the events leading up to this point. The event was an unsteady blur, from unknown guests leaving their best regards with him, to unwanted handshakes and teary looks as he sat silently by the casket staring unblinking at those who were mourning.

He didn't want to mourn here, where people would judge and jeer, those who never approved of their marriage muttering under their breaths as to how deserved his husband's death was.

"Fuck them," Logan thought. Logan opted to mourn in private, when the viewing was over, and the body burned. Patton had always wanted to have his ashes turned into a tree. "Give back to the world!" he would have said. Patton was always giving too much. Giving was what killed him, handing out bits and pieces of his soul until there was nothing left of himself to keep ,and he was flat-lining at the hospital, and the room was so full, too many people, too many hands on his husband, where was his-

Logan casually brushed away a stray tear that crawled its way down his face. No, not here. Not in an airport, of all places. He stared hard out of the window, his breath heavy, fogging up the glass.

He wrote his name. It faded quickly, and Logan sniffed as quietly as possible. This was no place for crying.

This was no place for remembering.

•••

The trip was fairly straight-forward. Logan found himself at what most would consider the most attractive tourist locations: London was the Buckingham Palace, a bus tour, the Tower of London, and a quick view from The Shard before departing for France. The sooner he got out of the UK, the better. Logan could remember all of the places Patton had longed to visit here, planned to a key. It hurt to stay.

Before he left, Logan did make time to visit platform 9 3/4. He took a picture of the trolley stuck in the wall, and an attendant approached him. "You're allowed to take a picture on it too, if you'd like."

He shook his head politely. "No, thank you. The pictures aren't for me." He walked away quickly, looking to avoid her follow-up questions. Yes, he should leave London promptly.

France, unfortunately, was not any better for his emotions. Paris, the revered "City of Love": couples walking in happy, bubbly pairs and kissing by the Eiffel Tower ate away at Logan's heart, in pinching, little munches. He spent the least time in Paris, eager to see any place that wasn't so full of romance and well....love.

Germany was a welcomed stop. Here, it wasn't so bad to drink beer at three in the afternoon by yourself in a park, so long as you didn't bother anyone walking by. Logan rummaged through his suitcase and pulled out Patton's map. There were still two more cities left, and he groaned to himself. There was very little will left in him to get off of this stupid bench, let alone finish the trip. Yes, Berlin was lovely.

But it would be better with him here.

•••

The endeavor that was this trip wasn't to be completed in a matter of weeks, oh no. Logan had set out shortly after Patton's passing in late November. It was passing New Year's now, and he'd spent it drinking in Rome. In his defense, there was an extensive selection of wines to be had in Italy, and it would be a disservice to not enjoy a few glasses. Or at least, that's what the bartender had told him.

Logan had left Berlin some days before the coming of the year, in a state of heated embarrassment. As it turns out, to make calls overseas via cell phone, you need an international calling card, which Logan did not own nor cared to purchase. He knew that family and friends back in the States were probably wondering where he was. In rather broken Italian, Logan made his way to a phone booth that hadn't seen a human in ages, and stuffed several euros into its slot.

"Dove stai chiamando?" ("Where are you calling to?") the automatic voice system asked.

"Um, gli stati Uniti?" (Um, the United States?") he replied.

"Si prega di inserire il numero desiderato, ora." ("Please enter the desired number, now.")

"...grazie." (Thank you.)

He punched in the 0-0-1 for international calling, and froze. Logan didn't really want to call home, but felt that out of obligation, he should. He shook his head, and entered a familiar number.

"Hello?" He spoke into the receiver. "Hello, greetings, um, it's...it's Logan. I know I haven't called in a while, I've just been...uncertain, of myself as of late. I wanted to check on how you were doing-"

"Hey there!" A voice replied. "You've reached the voicemail of Patton Sanders!"

Logan's shoulders sagged. The message played on, "oh, Logan's at the door, that's my husband. Logan, honeybee, come say hi! Oh whoops, that was the mail lady, sorry Mary Lee! Well anyway, this is his voicemail too, so just leave a message and we'll get back to you in a jiffy! Bye now!"

A long beep played, and for a while Logan didn't say anything. He stared at the light flurry of snow that had started to pile up against the phone booth door. Months. It had been months since Logan had heard his husband speak.

He cleared his throat. "H-hello Patton, it's me. I know it seems odd to leave a voicemail, but many odd things have happened to me lately."

"Uh, well, it's still snowing here. I'm in Berlin, by the way. On our trip? I'm sorry you couldn't make it, you couldn't imagine the views I've seen...um...I miss you. I miss you quite a lot, and I'll be home soon, okay? I promise. I love you." Logan set the receiver back down on its hook, and rubbed his face pink, trying to fight away the tears. Not here, not now.

"I love you. I love you a lot."

Now he was in Rome, trying to forget all of the emotions that had attacked him in that moment. Grief, joy, heartbreak, it just wasn't the right time for these things.

•••

"Venice, the great city of.... Oh, who cares anymore." Logan thought, shuffling in from the heavy mid-January snow into a quaint café a few blocks from the airport. All of the time he's spent in Italy, Logan found himself enjoying the language as he ordered a small coffee in (albeit rather clumsy) Italian.

The café carried a mellow atmosphere, with a guest tucked away in a far corner skillfully playing the piano. The lights were fairy-like and dim, and with plush pillows and chairs, it felt like home. Logan took his coffee to an empty table, and pulled out the battered map one more time. Venice was the last city Patton had planned for, and Logan was faced with the drudgery of home life staring him in the eyes blankly.

As much as he had wished for Patton's cheerful presence on this trip, Europe had become a healing experience for Logan, and he wasn't looking forward to leaving. Instead, Logan focused on the moment, and sipped his coffee slowly as the pianist started to shift songs.

"Forse la mia canzone non è abbastanza felice ma io, lo vedo prendere il volo con i fiocchi di neve sopra di me." The voice was warm and rich, full of a vibrant tone that Logan could only call familiar.

Half way into the first verse, Logan could hear the man shift into English. "And maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice. And I will be on my way home." Several heads had turned to catch a glimpse of the singer, but most simply nodded along, accustomed to these types of performances happening.

Logan stood, and made his way to the piano as the man sang on, "And see you in London or maybe in Paris. Berlin will be waiting, and so will be Rome," Logan knew this song. Had the words stitched into his heart and brain, knew the notes by memory. "And maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice. And I will be on my way home." The singer paid no attention to Logan, eyes closed in thought as he played.

"Oh la Venezia, mi fa cosi bene." Logan sang along quietly, sitting down nearby the piano. "Esco ogni sera, e vado a ballare." The pianist lowered his voice to raise Logan's, eyes still closed as he followed the tune. "Che ben atmosfera, che bellissima neve. Non ce proprio niente," the singer opened his eyes, and caught Logan's eye. He paused, hands floating atop the keys.

Logan finished the phrase, "....Che mi posso mancare..." The two stared at each other a long time. There was something familiar about the other, but the two had never met before. The café had gone quiet, and whispered murmurs were floating around.

Before Logan could even say a word, the stranger spoke. "...Virgil?"

•••

The air was crisp and sharp, the heavy snow from before lightening into a gentle flurry. The two men sat together outside at the edge of a fountain, now frozen over and still.

The pianist apologized for earlier, his suave, confident movements now awkward and nervous. "I hope I didn't startle you with what I said, you looked so much like someone I used to know." His voice was muffled from the heavy scarf around his neck.

Logan waved him down, "It's alright, of all the things I've have to deal with on this excursion of mine so far, I would say this is the least unpleasant. Dare I even say, interesting. You speak two languages?"

"Three," He mumbled. "I grew up in Spain and moved to Italy a few years ago. I've picked up what I can from the locals, and now it's my home."

"Where did you learn English from?" Logan asked.

The man sighed, and pulled down his scarf. "From him. Virgil." he clarified. "We met after I moved here, he was a college foreign exchange student from the United States. He spent two years here in Italy, and I found myself entertained with his language that I only knew bits and pieces of."

"Eventually," he said, "I took an English class at a small college here, and the rest is history." His breath made small puffs of smoke rise up into the air, and his cheeks a rosy pink.

"That's incredible." Logan said, watching his own breath lift into the breeze. "The only Italian I know is by ear, and even that is limited to a semester at best."

They sat in silence for a while. "I never got your name."

"I'm Roman. You?"

"Logan. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

•••

The two chatted for some time, until the sun started to reach for the horizon with its orange hues. Logan learned several things about Roman in that time: he moved to Italy to become a performer, he dated Virgil during their second year together but separated when Virgil had to return to the U.S., the two no longer spoke, and Roman was always wondering how he was doing back home.

Logan told Roman plenty about himself: how his husband had planned the trip, about Patton's terminal illness and passing, how much he enjoyed having someone to share his grief with. When the tears came, and after so long of holding them back you'd think this would have happened sooner, Roman simply pulled a crumpled tissue out of his pocket, and gave him a side hug.

"I think you know where you're supposed to be," Roman said. "And it's not here."

From there, it was a simple exchanging of numbers and a short cab to the airport.

Upon returning to the States, Logan bought the first calling card he could find and dialed Roman's number with an unsteady hand. "Hello? This is Logan."

"Missing me already?" The voice teased. Logan sighed with relief, and chuckled. "I bet you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you? I'm only testing my card." He hailed a cab from the airport parking lot. "When did you say you could visit?"

"March uh....shoot, what's that number? After the twelve? I can't ever say it right."

"Thirteenth?"

"Yes, that one! March one-three." He quipped.

Logan smiled, "I don't know if I'll have my house clean by then, it's been empty for some time now. I wouldn't be surprised to find it over run with dust bunnies by now."

Roman laughed loudly into the receiver, and Logan found himself remembering Patton's laugh within it; rich and full of life. "Please, a few dust bunnies is nothing compared to a good duster and enough time."

"I guess you'll just have to come and see for yourself." Logan opened the door to the cab and pulled out his suitcase, staring up at the empty house. The paint was cracked in a few places, and the mailbox was overflowing with letters.

The inside was perfectly persevered under a heavy layer of dust, and each room had a vast empty feeling to them; a need to be filled.

"We've got our work cut out for us here, Roman." Logan set down his suitcase on the kitchen tables, and he yanked the dusty curtains open, propping his phone under his ear.

"Oh, we'll manage. I better I can dust faster than you can, Abejita."

Roman laughed again, and Logan watched the bits of dust fall to the floor and on the sink, pilling even further. But the mountain of dust was a more welcomed sight than Logan's own grief, which felt small next to Roman's voice.

He looked out the window. Patton's ash tree was much more than a sprout now. It was tall and thin, with wispy branches and a few vibrant, green leaves.

A bird was singing. The sun was out. Roman rambled in his ear, and Logan felt at ease.

"I'm so excited to visit America, I've never been there before! Florida must be beautiful abejita, I've seen pictures of your palm trees and wide beaches, and of flowers and animals..."

"Yes, yes." Logan replied, but he was barely paying attention anymore. He closed his eyes, and hummed to himself.

"It's home."

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serensama · 7 years ago

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To Mourn #7

Okay baby boy V- we’ve made it. We’re here. It’s time for you to let go of MC. We can do it.

Let’s go.

This will include:

1) Profanity

2) Trigger warning: Suicidal thoughts/situations

“Nothing comes easily Fill this empty space Nothing is like it was Turn my grief to grace Nothing comes easily Where do I begin? Nothing can bring me peace I’ve lost everything I just want to feel your embrace” “Grace- Kate Havnevik”

It would be so easy. Just turn the key, one twist of the wrist. One blink of an eye. One more breath. It would be so, so easy. He deserved something easy, just once… didn’t he?

So just do it Jihyun.

Do it.

It was so much hotter than they had expected, the sun beating down on them as it peaked in the sky. They had been out and about for the better part of three hours already, walking the nature trails and stopping so often to take photos and rough sketches of the scenery. They had never been to this part of the mountains before and it was a nice change from their city apartment… moreover it was just nice to be with each other. Unfortunately, with Jihyun’s whirlwind art exhibit all over the world and with MC’s own hectic work life alongside with planning for the RFA parties- they hadn’t seen each other in months.

That was until she got to her office with an envelope with her name on her desk, the familiar scratchy scrawl of her husband making her smile. Taking the ridiculously expensive letter opener Jumin had gotten her for last birthday in hand, she made quick work of opening the letter for a little slightly crumpled piece of paper and one plane ticket to fall out in her awaiting palm. Smoothing out the note, chuckling to herself as she noticed the rough edges of the paper- Jihyun no doubt tearing it off the nearest book or notepad or contract he had within reach- his excitement evident even in the paper he had chosen to use to send his letter. Ah Yeobo! I can’t take it any longer, I’ve spent too much time away from you I’m beginning to forget how many crinkles your eyes have when you smile, the smell of your lotion on your skin, the sweetness of your lips on mine. I don’t want to waste another minute without you! Come and say hi to your husband- even for the weekend?

Lots of Love, Jihyun.

MC lifted the note to her lips and gave it a quick peck, her mouth stretching into a wide grin as she thought about what she would need to pack and who she needed to let know that she was going away for the weekend. She could see it so well in her head, poor little Yoosung would message her about the party details while she was in flight and she wouldn’t answer and the little cherub would panic and call her twenty times before badgering Saeyoung enough to track her. Jumin would just laugh under his breath and tell her that Jihyun was a bad influence on her, Zen telling everyone to chill because Jihyun would never let anything bad happen to her and Jaehee… Jaehee would send her a picture of herself giving her the finger with the caption “I hate that you’re able to go on an impromptu vacation. Be safe. Take care.”

She remembered sitting in the plane for the short trip, her hands wringing together in anticipation to see her kind-hearted partner, just envisioning his bright blue eyes twinkling when they finally found hers, how his arms would lock around hers and hold her so tightly she wouldn’t know where she started and he ended. The two-hour flight felt like an eternity when she knew that he would be there to greet her.

MC had barely stepped out of the gate when a bright flash sparked and she was enveloped in a warm embrace, the familiar mixture of cologne, soap and paint thinner assaulting her, tears coming unbidden to her eyes as she lifted her arms up to return the hug. She laughed as he pressed kisses along her cheek and down her jawline, the three-day scruff on his chin grazing along her sensitive skin causing goosebumps to raise along her arms. God, she really missed him. “I missed you so much MC, let’s never be apart for this long again,” he breathed into her ear, returning his face into the crook of her neck as he nosed her hair, no doubt trying to steal as much of her scent as possible. Unable to find her voice, her throat closed up threatening to choke on her own cries, she nodded vehemently and clung onto him more desperately as her tears spilled down onto his shoulder. Jihyun, being the gentleman that he was simply smiled before pulling back to press light kisses on the apples of her cheeks to halt them in their place. He had kissed every part of her body that night, the couple making up for months of not being by each other’s side; the two staying awake in a lazy throw of limbs on their sweat laden bed, smiling goofily at each other as they played with their fingers. They talked for hours, until their voices went hoarse from overuse, until their eyes were so heavy they could no longer keep them open… and when they awoke, their fingers were still entwined.

They wined and dined and took so many pictures of the majestic hidden scenery of Jihyun’s latest discovery. He had said he found a new landscape he really wanted to take photographs of and had hoped that she wouldn’t mind hiking with him during their final day together, he wanted to see the sunset there with her before he had to drive her back to the airport and say goodbye for another month. Of course she agreed, it seemed a lovely thought. It did.

She was wrong.

She didn’t take into account how unfit she had become. After twenty minutes into their hike she had wanted to cry… Why were hikes always uphill? Why didn’t anyone ever go, ‘hey why don’t we take a hike downhill and catch a cab back?’… MC wiped her brow and sighed, clutching onto her water bottle as her arms swung from side to side in hopes that they would evolve into wings so she could just fly up the mount. Jihyun had stopped more times than he wanted, citing that he needed to sketch a particular rock formation, or take photos of a line of boring trees- but she knew that he was just finding any excuse for her to catch her breath. He was a sweet man, this man she married.

Finally, after hours of walking, they had made it to the summit and even though it hurt to breathe and she was sweating like a pig and probably smelt worse than one, she couldn’t help but be in awe of the vision in front of her. The skyline was clear and it felt like the forest went on forever, such lush greenery juxtaposed with the harsh edges of rock around them… it truly was beautiful. She understood perfectly why Jihyun had wanted to come here to show her. “Once we’re done here, there’s a picnic area just ten minutes away- we can have the packed lunch there,” he chirped, his bright smile almost as brilliant as the sun in the sky. “I just have to capture these scenes so I can paint them properly back at home… How do you think this one will go on the far wall of the spare room?” he asked posturing his fingers in opposing angles like a camera shot in front of her face. She glanced at her husband before angling herself to look through his fingers, a soft smile on her face as she took in the lush setting in front of her. Beautiful.

“I think it will go marvellously… but for what? You just made up the other room as your studio and that’s just a junk room right now… guest room maybe?” she started talking to herself, listing off the possible ways they would utilise the unused space in their home. Jihyun’s grin widened as he dropped his fingers and stared bemusedly at his wife, eyes twinkling with an unnamed mischief she couldn’t quite place. “I was thinking more on the lines of… a nursery?”

“N-Nursery?” she spluttered, dropping her water to ground in shock. Jihyun laughed as he bent to pick up the bottle and returned it into her weak grasp, his long digits taking the time to caress over the smooth skin of the back of her hand affectionately. His eyes softened as they swept over the smooth expanse of her stomach and up to her face, MC feeling her cheeks flush at the tenderness he held in his gaze. “Yes. I think it’s time we start thinking about children,” he confirmed, holding her hand steadfastly in his, playing with the tips of her fingers with his own, lips twitching into a grin from the tingles it shot up his arm. “We’re a good age, we’ve been married for a few years now and with steady jobs-” “You’re a trust fund kid-” “-and I think I would like to hear how half of you and half of me sounds like running down the halls.” “That sounds a little creepy.” “… In retrospect, perhaps not the best choice of words but you know what I meant,” he laughed as he squeezed their interlaced fingers before bringing up it up to his mouth to kiss her knuckles, “I think we’re ready to start at least… trying,” he said before leaning in to place a chaste peck on her cheek. MC chuckled as she shook her head disbelievingly, this man was so extra he wanted her to come to a foreign country just so she could approve the picture he wanted to paint in their future babies’ room? A picture couldn’t suffice?

No, it really wouldn’t.

MC found herself nodding, he made good points and she could barely contain her glee whenever a mother and child would pass her nowadays, it was probably best that they do start to try for their own little Kim clan. She would have to see, well no, they would both have to see a doctor when he got back. There would be prenatal vitamins she would have to take, do her research on what they should be eating and start looking for prospective OB-GYN’s… getting a little ahead of yourself MC… got to get pregnant first.

“Well then you better take those pictures you need quickly so we can start trying tonight.”

Shrugging off his backpack, Jihyun carefully pulled out his prized camera and meticulously chose the correct lenses he would need for the shots he wanted. MC stood behind him and looked upon him doing something he loved and felt her heart fill, he was such a kind, talented man and here he was… planning for their future together. She loved him with everything she had and she hoped that he knew that. Flying over on a whim because you both missed each other? Don’t be stupid- of course he knew how much you loved him… just look at him, so completely lost in his vision.

MC took a step back and wandered close by, looking over the great natural beauty of the land, the gentle breeze stroking at her skin like her lover’s breath, licking at the sweat on her skin to cool her off as she marvelled at the sight. What was this place called again? Maybe they could incorporate it somehow into their baby’s name? Their son could have something about being a strong mountain and their daughter the majestic but calm winds? She was clearly exhausted if she was already waxing poetic about children’s names.

MC turned her head to call over her shoulder to her husband about naming their son after a nearby rock when she saw him teetering too close to the edge, too focused on the view ahead to pay attention to what was truly in front of him. If she screamed out, he would panic and could lose his footing, if she walked over to him it would be too late… her feet were moving before she even gave herself a chance to think of another option. Three steps, four… seven steps away and her hands clapped onto his wrists, turning him around and pulling him back as she slid forward, her hip grazing along the dirt as she dug her nails into the ground to stop her descent over the edge. But the force was too great, she could feel her legs begin to slope downwards into the crevasse below, her fingers unable to find purchase in the loose soil and her thoughts a panicked mess. I’m going to die. This is how I go. Holy Shit. God. Please. Please. No.

A sharp pain around her wrists as she was almost completely gone.

Tilting her head back she looked up to her saviour; a stricken look on his once relaxed face, eyes wide and pupils almost invisible in his irises, almost as white as the rest of his eye with fear. “I got you, I got you,” he said as he tried to pull her up, his hands slowly but firmly gripping up her arm. “Can… can your feet reach… the edge? Can you walk up as I pull up?” MC made the mistake of looking straight down and screamed, her body unconsciously jerking in his hold, dragging him further along with her, his chest becoming visible over the edge. “I got you. Don’t be scared.”

MC nodded as she slowly opened her eyes, rocks and dirt filling her vision. She tried her best to stretch out and touch them with her toes but to no avail- even if she swung back and forth there was no way she’d reach it… and even if she could… there was no discernible way to hold onto by foot or hand… she was stuck.

She was saved only to die.

How cruel.

She looked back up to her husband, the strain on his face evident even as the sun shone behind him making her eyes water and lose focus. Or perhaps she was just crying.

“Help! HELP! Someone please! Help us! Help us please!” he yelled, his voice echoing around the range, taunting them. “My wife- please someone save my wife!”

That damn sun.

“I got you MC!”

Let me see his face properly.

“You’ll be okay.”

Stop being so bright.

“Oh god, hold on!”

It’s so hard to see.

“M-MC… climb! Pull yourself up! Use my arms like a rope and climb up!” he screamed, his voice cracking as beads of sweat started to pour down his face, his cheeks tinged with red, veins in his arms bulging from the on-going tension. The wall, he was going to paint the wall. Try. At least try.His arms were too slippery to grip properly, his skin slick with sweat from the both of them, her hands drenched with blood from her ripped up fingernails and palms- each time she would get even one hand length higher… she would slip down further along his arm. Until they were palm to palm.

In holy palmer’s kiss.

“Okay, hold still MC… don’t make any sudden movements,” he instructed as his mind raced to figure out what he could do, was there anything he could do?He tried to scream out once again, praying that someone was around to hear him, just seconds away from rescuing them both. Because he wasn’t going to let go. And he was slipping. She was slipping. If she went, he was sure to follow.

Gravity would be his happy dagger.

MC felt the very real dip, could hear the ground moving underneath him. He wasn’t going to let go. He was slipping. She was slipping. He had meant to follow.

It was all so simple. She always knew the answer. She knew what she had to do. Jihyun was not a man who knew what his limitations were, he was not one to know when one could not be saved- either for those he loved or for himself. It was always up to her to help him save himself.

I did not save you, only for you to die. I am not that cruel.

“MC.”

I need you.

“What are you-” To live.

“Stop!”

To smile.

“STOP!”

To forgive me.

“PLEASE DON’T!”

You always shined brighter than any sun, Jihyun.

“MC-”

I got you.

“I CAN’T HOLD ON IF YOU DON’T-” I’ll save you.

“DON’T LET GO!”

I love you.

“N-NO! MC!”

Stop crying. I hate seeing your eyes filled with tears. “I CAN’T!”

Our kids. They would have had your eyes.

“MC- P-please… don’t-” “I’m so sorry.”

I am.

He would forget how the birds chirped as he watched his wife fall. He would never hear the calls of the people from the nearby camp answering his pleas moments too late. He would never know the sound of his voice as he was pulled away from the edge, the strangers stopping him dropping down to meet her. He would only ever hear how his wife, his MC, had screamed out his name as she fell.

He would never forget the moment the sound of his name, killed him.

He could still feel her hands in his.

He ran through the corridors, a blurred maze that whirled past in his dazed determination. Truth be told he didn’t know where he was going, merely listening to someone telling him to turn left or right and get on the elevator… did that person even work for him? He didn’t know, simply took their word as gospel and followed numbly. All he knew was that he had to get there, he needed to be there.

Jumin unbuttoned his blazer as he stepped off the elevator, suddenly finding it harder to breathe the closer he got to his intended destination, it was the first time he was actually nervous about anything. Anxious maybe? Scared, definitely. He had been here before, done this before but this was different. This felt more real, more finite and just… more than what he had inside of him to able to help. The first time around, Jihyun had lost his fiance. This time, he lost his wife. Truly lost his wife. Right from his fingertips he was told. He could feel his throat close up as heat began to gather behind his eyes and he let out a sharp breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shut his eyes tightly. He couldn’t break, wouldn’tbreak- not now, not when his best friend needed him. He could be strong, just a little bit longer.

He pushed past Jihyun’s sister and father, both pale and lost in their own world, trying to paint concern over their features to look socially acceptable when all they wanted was to make sure no scandal could be brought upon their family by their not being ‘supportive’ by not being there. Bullshit. For the first time in his life, he ignored what custom and etiquette dictated and ignored them. Jihyun needed him, they didn’t need his pleasantries.

“Hello, my name is Jumin Han, I’m his best friend; how is he Doctor?” he asked not even sparing a sideward glance to the Kim’s, doing their best to not look affronted by such an obvious snub. The doctor treating Jihyun swallowed thickly as he looked at him- not well then… what else could be expected?- before closing his file and taking a moment to collect his thoughts. “Mr Han, your friend is in a state of hysteria. He’s been here for the past four hours and hasn’t stopped pacing or moving, he keeps trying to escape, trying to tell us that he can go there and save her.”

“And what have you said in response… I mean to say, was there any chance of her surviving that fall at all-”

“Her body arrived two hours ago-”

“Did… did she suffer?” he asked, his eyes closing against his will. He needed to know. He needed to be able to tell Jihyun the truth one day if he ever asked him. The doctor shook his head solemnly and looked directly into his eyes. “She died instantly.”

Jumin could feel the bile in his stomach churn as he imagined the state of his friend lying in the morgue- and then the state of his friend still waiting for him on the other side of the door. He thought he was going to be sick. Just a little longer, stay strong that little bit longer man. He half listened to the doctor and the other waiting staff about what to do going forward but kept his eye on the clock on the wall in front of him, the second hand seeming to move faster with each tick that passed; telling him that he was wasting each second he was not at his best friend’s side.

“I’m sorry… but I need to go. Excuse me,” he said simply as he bowed slightly to the doctor and continued to ignore the Kim’s outraged cries and they had hoped that they would be the first to see Jihyun, to no doubt insure he wouldn’t drag their good name through the mud with another issue with a woman. That woman- was Jihyun’s wife and his own close friend, that woman who lay lifeless on a cold, metal slab, that woman who had brought his friend back from one foot in the grave- the same who threatened to bury him completely with her absence.

Not again. He had done this before, he knew better now.

Running a hand through his unruly mess of ebony hair and twisting the cufflinks in his shirt, Jumin took an unsteady breath and tried his best to centre himself. He didn’t know exactly what to expect, but it was Jihyun, he knew him better than he knew himself. It didn’t matter what state he was in, it was Jihyun. Knocking curtly with the backs of his knuckles, he cleared his throat and opened the door. The room was clean and sterile, his friend’s shock of blue hair the only real colour amongst all the white surrounding him. He turned to face Jumin as soon as he heard the distinct click of the handle and rushed towards him, his hands shaking as they clamped down hard on his shoulders, fingers curled in the expensive fabric of his suit as he stared into his eyes. Blood shot cerulean, rimmed with red and lashes draped with tears, stricken and filled with pain. Jumin had to blink, to look away, only for a second.

“J-Jumin! Thank god! They won’t listen to me- they won’t! We need to go now, she’s still there. I know it. She’s down there waiting for me and she’s hurt… we need to go-” “Jihyun-” He flinched at the sound of his own name.

“I know it. She… she… she’s calling for me. It sounds crazy, I know it does- but I can hear it-”

“Please, Jihyun-” “No! Don’t use that tone with me!” he snapped, pushing him away roughly as he spun around, his long fingers reaching into the sides of his head as he pulled at the long strands as if he were holding onto the last remnant of his sanity. Perhaps he was. “Don’t! Just… don’t,” he whispered as he released a ragged breath, one Jumin knew meant he was close to another fit of tears. He had heard it when they were 9 and his Nanny had yelled at him for sneaking another sweet when the dentist had told him that he needed to cut back due to his propensity for cavaties. He had heard it when their house had burnt down… and only once when Rika had ‘died’… and again in that room, his friend was about to cry. He was about to cry with him.

“Everyone is talking to me like I’m insane. That I��m crazy. That they have to talk softly in case I break- I’m not going to break god damn it- I just need to help my wife!” he cried as he slumped down on the nearby sofa, his head in his hands as he broke down, his legs shaking with each cry.

This must have been his first time to sit since he came here… he hasn’t stopped. Hasn’t stopped begging for someone to hear him, to help him. I am so sorry Jihyun. I should have been here sooner.

“Jihyun-” “Stop calling me that!” he barked before calming down and returning to his desolate state, shocking Jumin for a second. What else would he call him? He had asked to be called Jihyun again after years of being called V and now Jihyun was off the table again? What was he to call him then? “Just… not Jihyun. Please.”

“I… okay.” “So, can we do this… can we go and look for MC now?” he asked, his face splotchy and ruddy, muddied with the dirt from whatever mountain he was on and his tears. Jumin’s strength was almost at its end, there was only so much he could take. “Yes. Of course. Of course, we can. Let me talk to everyone out there and we can go,” he said quietly, his heart tearing at the sight of his best friend’s smile. Of relief, of joy, of delirium. Of hope.

Oh God.

“Thank you Jumin.”

Shit.

His sister wouldn’t stop saying it. Kept saying it over and over that he had to cover his ears to try to stop the noise but he could still read her lips.

She’s dead! Stop acting crazy and get a hold of yourself man! Tell us the truth whilst it’s still just us… did you try to kill her? Did she kill herself? Don’t give me that look- it’s weird okay? Come on your fiancé fakes her own death to get away from you and now your wife throws herself off a cliff? That’s right- she’s dead. No, stop acting like you don’t understand- you don’t fall that high without dying- No, father he needs to hear this. He needs to get a grip and quick before the tabloids get to him. He can be mad with grief but he can’t just be mad. Think of what they’ll say…

She’s dead. She’s dead. We were going to look for-

But she’s dead. You knew that. He wasn’t trying to be cruel. She’s dead.

You knew.

They knew. He knew.

You knew.

She’s dead.

Oh… please… no.

She’s-

A cold wave crashed over him as he tried to repeat the word in his head… but he couldn’t. He could barely move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. Was he dying?

If he was… then…

Good.

“Wake up Jihyun!” she called out, her soft voice rousing him from the final vestiges of sleep he grasped onto. “Come on now- your breakfast is going to get cold!”

He groaned as he opened one of his eyes, blinking slowly to get rid of the blur in his vision. Like a fog clearing, MC appeared and held a tray of what smelt like his favourite pancakes, the batch she made for his birthday every year. Wait… was it his birthday? “Come on sleepy head! I didn’t slave away for nothing now did I?” she pouted, her lower lip jutting out adorably, just the way she knew made his heart melt, he couldn’t deny her anything when she made that face. “Mmmfhhkaayinakond,” he replied as he rubbed his face against the mattress, forcing himself to wake up. “What was that?” she laughed, the china clinking happily against the tray as she laughed at him. Turning over to push himself up in a sitting position is one clean movement, Jihyun sat against the bedhead and yawned into his palm. “I said… excuse me… Mhmm okay in a second,” he repeated as he accepted the tray from his wife and placed it above his lap. The aroma of the buttermilk pancakes hit him full force as well as the clean smell of the freshly squeezed orange juice. He was a lucky man. “Is it my birthday?” he asked as he tried to reach for his phone to check the date, the days had blurred so much as of late with everything that had been going on- he could have missed it quite easily. MC threw her head back and laughed as she sat beside him, patting his leg up and down absentmindedly as he began to tuck into his meal. It felt like forever since he had her cooking, felt like forever since he had been home.

“No… what, I can’t spoil you just because you’re home and you’re mine?”

He could feel his cheeks heat up, feeling ridiculous as they were puffed up from taking their fill of pancakes and fruit. He shrugged and offered her a sheepish grin before swallowing his bite and reaching over to squeeze her hand to show his appreciation. “Of course you can, thank you. I am a lucky man.” “And don’t you forget it!”

“The funeral was… lovely Jihyun. You would have… shewould have…”

Jumin looked down at his friend, he had tried talking to him, shaking him, screaming at him, begging and crying… nothing could get through to him. He would stare to the side and sometimes blink. He wouldn’t move, or respond to anything anyone said or did. Nothing. It was like he was in some sort of limbo, stuck in a loop. He had never wanted to punch someone more than he did Jihyun’s sister when he found out it was her relentless tirade that amplified his friend’s shock, forcing him to retreat within himself to protect himself. A type of PTSD he was told, a catatonic state to find respite in… whether it was temporary or permanent, no one knew.

In the end Jumin couldn’t blame him. Jihyun had faced so many traumatic things by himself- it made sense that he believed that only he could fix himself. It just, hurt him that’s all… that he was never in time to help his friend.

Well, even if he thought was alone, he wasn’t. Jumin wasn’t going anywhere.

“Ahh! Jihyun! No! Stop!” she laughed as she tried to cover herself with her arms, trying but failing to block his barrage of splashes as she sat on the edge of their private pool. He didn’t, in fact he doubled his efforts in his attacks and effectively drenched his new wife. Wife, he really liked the sound of that. After all they had been through together, calling MC his wife was truly the best thing that could have ever happened to him. Did he deserve it? Probably not, but he wasn’t going to question it. Not when she was smiling at him like that.

“Ah don’t be such a spoil sport Mrs. Kim! Fight back! Show me that strong woman who stole my heart!” he jeered merrily as he sent over a particularly large backhand of water towards her, hitting her straight in her open mouth. Oops. She spluttered and coughed as he raced over to check on her, only to have her launch herself on him, dunking his head under the water playfully. They screamed and squealed as loudly as their heart was content, Jumin offering his private island for their honeymoon as part of his lavish wedding present. They had spent the last two weeks frolicking about the island like teenagers in love; kissing and playing unabashedly, touching and being affectionate however they pleased, being intimate whenever and wherever took their fancy. He didn’t think he could have a life with joy in it after Rika, only to find more joy than he could ever know.

“Ha! You doubted my strength and now you must pay the price! How do you plead?” she asked as she held his swimming trunks in her hand, held high above her head like some hunting trophy.

“How else can I but guilty?” “Ah is that all?”

“Guilty but happy.” “Good.”

She smiled, that smile that made his heart ache, like she would only smile at him like that for the rest of her life. Like that smile was made just for his heart to skip a beat for.

And then she threw his trunks over the pool edge as she wrapped her legs around him to draw him closer, placing a sweet peck on the tip of his nose. “Good.”

Three months. No progress… but no further setbacks… he was just frozen in time. He didn’t say anything when they moved him from his room in the hospital, to his room in Jumin’s penthouse. Didn’t say anything when it was his nurse or his best friend who bathed him. Didn’t move whether it was the radio in the background or the sweet timbre of Jumin’s voice reading his latest book to him. Nothing. That hope of seeing Jihyun ever smile again ever wavering, of ever releasing himself from his self-imposed hell dwindling with every passing day. Still, he stayed. He wasn’t alone.

“Can I move yet darling?” he half asked- half laughed, only to be silenced by a sharp ‘shh!’ and a pointed finger to stop him from moving around. He chuckled as he resumed his original position on the couch, his elbows bent and perched above his knees as he leant forward with a broad grin on his face. Jihyun didn’t have the faintest clue why MC decided that was the perfect position she wanted to draw him in but he didn’t question it. He had tried for the better part of two years to get her interested in drawing however to no avail, if she suddenly caught the inspiration to do so, he would encourage it as best as he could. Even if his back was stiff was sitting in the same position for over an hour and his cheeks felt like they were about to fall off from smiling too much. “There! I’m done!” she exclaimed as she dropped her charcoal down with a dramatic flourish, a large smiled plastered to her face, a smudge of faded black across her cheekbone and chin. He couldn’t be prouder of her even if he tried. He carefully stretched out his sore limbs, wincing as he felt something in his back crack- when had he gotten so old?- before standing up to walk towards his wife to examine her work. As he drew closer she scuttled away, quickly snapping the sketchbook shut and hugging it against her chest protectively. She looked like a child refusing to share her favourite toy, which of course, made him want it even more. “Why won’t you let me see?” he asked as he started to dart around the room to chase after her, his flighty wife nimbler than he gave her credit for. Ducking and weaving around the man she laughed as she easily danced about the room, Jihyun trying his best to mimic her steps to keep up. “Please? I really want to see it!” he pleaded as he finally stood in the middle of their living room, trying his best to hide how winded he was from their little escapade.

MC paused, her cheeks flushed as her shoulders rose up and down with laboured breath, that blessed smile on her face- just for him- before acquiescing and handing him the book. He quietly thanked her as his fingers skipped through the thick pages until he found the latest picture; technically it wasn’t the most beautiful picture, her proportions were off and some of the lighting she incorporated didn’t make sense… but the way she saw him… he could tell she spent all of her time on his face. The way his hair flicked out at the tips, the curve of his smile, the crinkle at the corners of his eyes- though imperfect- was perfect. The way she saw him was… beautiful.

“I love it,” he whispered as his fingers ghosted over the lines she created on the page almost reverently. She scoffed disbelievingly as she sat down on the couch, impatiently rubbing at the charcoal left of her fingers. “No really MC, I love it.” “You’re just saying that because you’re my husband and you’re being biased,” she mumbled her chin to her chest. Jihyun bit down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing at the pouting woman in front of him, too adorable for words, embarrassed by her husband’s accolades.

“I am saying that as your biased husband who is impressed by his wife’s work, yes,” he agreed as he shut the book and sat beside her, rubbing the stains at her fingertips. He could see the tips of her ears start to colour-

“You’re the worst, you know that?” she jested as she playfully nudged at him with her shoulder, MC code for ‘open up and hug me’. “I do actually.” “… But thanks.”

Kissing MC on the edge of her brow, Jihyun nuzzled into her hair and breathed deeply, his lips sliding into an easy, contented smile. He had a nice bare space on his studio wall that drawing could hang upon. It’d be perfect.

Saeyoung: How is he? Jaehee: You haven’t said a word about him in weeks Mr. Han. Yoosung: … is he okay? Zen: If you need a break maybe I can take over and look after him Zen: … so long as you take that furball out with you. Jumin: Your concern is very touching and I will be sure to relay everything to him once I get back home. Zen your offer is kind but unnecessary, I am fine. Jihyun is about to start a new course of medication and treatment… I don’t know if it will make a difference but I have to try. Jaehee: Mr Han- Jaehee: Maybe you could let us help Yoosung: Yeah, we’re his friends too. We want to. Saeyoung: It’s been ages since we’ve seen him- maybe it’ll make him happy? There are some studies that show- Jumin: I’ve read all of them, and yes, perhaps you’re right. Maybe he’s sick of only hearing and seeing me. Jumin: … if he hears or sees me at all. Jaehee: Oh Mr. Han, of course he does! Zen: Yeah Jumin, there’s no way that your annoying voice and face and be ignored. Jumin Han has left the chatroom.

Zen: I was trying to cheer him up. I swear. Yoosung: Jumin doesn’t smile much these days.

Fat tears rolled down his cheeks as his hand slammed down on the table, rattling the fine silver, sloshing the wine that was still poured high in their crystal glasses. Jumin hadn’t laughed like that in months, it had been far too long between their last gathering. The rest of the RFA had made their way home hours before and left the three of them sitting around the table with dirtied plates and half-drunk cups of tea and coffee, cake crumbs littered everywhere. It had been a great night.

Jihyun wrapped his arms around his giggling wife as she listened to Jumin regale them with another story of his recent business acquisition and the antics he had gotten up to that he would never tell the other members of the RFA. Or he would show all the blurry photos of himself and Elizabeth the Third that he kept on his phone that he kept for his own amusement. Or as they always did when it was the early hours of the morning, they spoke of their past and their fondest memories, reliving each instant as if it were just yesterday. The both of them painting such vivid pictures for MC to rejoice in with them. It was these moments that Jihyun treasured most, the two most important people in his life just being with him and enjoying life over good food and wine and laughter.

He squeezed his arm around MC and pressed her even closer to his side as they both continued to listen to a very animated Jumin recount how Jihyun had gotten so hungry once during choir practice that he ate all the communion bread and tried to wash it down with the ceremonial wine but got caught by one of the Nuns- but he was just so cute that the Nun just ruffled his hair and ended up giving them both cookies instead of reprimanding them. MC draped her arms around his middle and lay her head against his chest, happily humming along with Jumin’s stories as her fingers drew random patterns in his side. “It’s late, I should let you two turn in,” Jumin said as he moved to stand up. MC shook her head and motioned for him to sit back down, not moving from her spot in Jihyun’s arms. “No please, stay. I like hearing about your and Jihyun’s past. I like hearing you laugh. I like hearing him laugh. Please stay.”

“Did I ever tell you the time that Jihyun wore the girl’s uniform to school once?” “Jumin, no-” “Jumin, yes! Go on!”

“I thought you two were supposed to love me.” “We do. Now hush, I need to set the scene. It was in our senior year.”

“Jihyun… are you still in there? Anything? Give me anything. A sign to tell me that you’re still there and I’ll be okay. Please. It’s been… too long. I miss you. This is the longest we’ve been together since we were children and I miss you more than ever. I see you every day but you never see me. I talk to you every day and you never say a word back. Please. Just- I need… something,” he begged at the foot of the bed, his hands wrapped around the frame until his knuckles turned white.

It was useless.

“Hey Jihyun… you remember that time… when… when we-”

He hoped that Jihyun couldn’t see him or hear him. He didn’t want him to despair over his tears.

“How about this one Jihyun?” she asked as she picked up the small white shirt, tilting it side to side like some banner. “It’s nice,” he replied dispassionately, not hating or loving it either way. It was a shirt, it didn’t really matter did it? He watched as the smile on his wife’s face slowly melted away into a small frown as she put the piece of clothing back on the rack and continued browsing. “Is there anything in here you like? It’s like you don’t even want to be in here,” she murmured as she perused the aisles with him following behind her, mindlessly touching the items on the shelves. “Don’t be silly MC, of course I want to be here. I’m here, aren’t I?” he asked with a fine arch in his brow. MC stared at him for a moment as if she were assessing if he was telling the truth or not then nodded and continued on with her shopping.

“How about this one?”

It was small. Fluffy. And pink. So horrendously pink.

“Yes. That one. That one is perfect.”

She beamed at him as she hung the tiny onesie over her forearm. “Our daughter will look beautiful in this when we take her home Jihyun.”

Would she? Did they… have a daughter? Was this… What was this?

“Jihyun?” she turned to him, concern etched over her beautiful features as he stood still in the store, a deep sense of dread filling him as he looked around at all the baby clothes and accessories. MC dropped everything in her arms and ran over to him, her hands cradling his face as she titled it down to look him in the eyes. “Baby? Are you okay? Jihyun?”

Was he? Was he okay?

He didn’t know.

He could feel tears start to flood his eyes as he looked down at her, his own hands covering hers as he placed a kiss inside of each of her palms. Her brows creased deeply as she grew more and more worried at her husband’s sudden change in demeanour.

“Jihyun?” “You said it differently.” “What? What did I say differently?” “My name.” “I’m sorry?”

Oh God.

“That too. You said that differently too.”

“I’m scared Jihyun, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m scared too.” “… J-Jihyun.” “If this was real. Yes. Our daughter would have... I wish this was real. Why couldn’t this be real.” “Jihyun.”

This needed to stop now. This was enough, now.

He knew it was a bad idea. The nurse looked too much like her. Same colour hair, same height and weight, same skin tone- enough to make any of their friends do a double take… especially when she was so close to Jihyun. Still who was he to question the temporary nurse they sent over to replace his regular caregiver? So long as she did a good job, there was nothing wrong with it. That was until he heard her scream. Jumin rushed into the room that long held his best friend, the man’s hands tightly wrapped around the nurse’s wrists as he repeated her name over and over like some chant. His voice was raspy and weak from disuse but the anguish in it was palpable, the distress more than evident in the tears in his eyes and the desperation in his grasp. He could see. He could hear. He was…

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I tried to hold on. I’m so sorry. MC. MC. M... I’m so sorry.”

“Jihyun, that’s not MC. Let her go, you’re hurting her, Jihyun!” “MC. Please. Don’t. I’m sorry.” “It’s probably best that you leave Miss.” “NO! Don’t! MC!” “Jihyun-” “MC… J-Jumin… MC is…” “That’s not MC.” “MC… she’s-” He breathed in and swallowed the lump he had held in his throat since the day his best friend’s wife had died. “Yes. She is.”

Jumin watched as his friend’s body started to grow rigid and curl upon himself, a familiar fear creeping over him as he waited for him to return to his frozen state. A cruel break in his spell just to taunt him. Until Jihyun opened his mouth and let out the most pained cry that he had ever heard, deep harrowing sobs that racked at his form so violently Jumin feared it was a type of seizure. His fingers clung to his sleeves, he called out his name as if he were begging for him to make it all better and the clarity his eyes held even through the despair told Jumin that finally, Jihyun realised that whilst he no longer had MC, he was no longer alone.

Yes, just a little bit longer, I can be strong for you.

“Your wife loved you Jihyun.” “I know that Doctor.” “Then why does it sound like you curse that love instead of embrace it?” “It was because of that love that she died.” “It was because of that love that you live.” “They are both tragedies in my eyes.”

He had asked Driver Kim to let him borrow the car, being Mr Han’s best friend had some perks as the older man didn’t even blink as he handed him the keys. He drove, for God knows how long but he didn’t stop, didn’t think, didn’t know where he was going. He didn’t understand how he was there at first. Looking over the beautiful city, the night turning the skyline into a beautiful array of lights from the buildings below.

He sat there, one hour, three. It grew darker and darker. Matching his thoughts. It would be so easy. Just turn the key. Drive off. There would be some pain- he deserved it- but it would be quick. Quicker than just waiting for death to claim him, waiting for the day he could meet MC again and apologise for not being strong enough, not being fast enough, not being good enough for her.

Just a twist of his wrist and a press of his foot and it would be done. Would he scream? Would he call out her name? Would he too, say he was sorry? Why wasn’t he ever strong enough to save the women he loved in his life? Was his sister right? Was it something about him… that…

It would be so easy. Just turn the key, one twist of the wrist. One blink of an eye. One more breath. It would be so, so easy. He deserved something easy, just once… didn’t he?

So just do it Jihyun.

Do it.

He pulled out the key. He stepped out of the car. He screamed. Again and again. He didn’t care who heard him, if anyone could. He screamed until his voice cracked and his throat hurt.

Jihyun pulled out his phone and dialled the first number on his list. “Hello?” “Jumin?” “Jihyun- what… are you okay?” “No.” “Where are you?” “Standing on a cliff.” “Are… what… Jihyun-” “Please come and get me. I… I need help.”

“Okay stay right there. I’m on way. Stay on the phone with me. I’ll be there.” I need help. MC. I’m sorry. I wasn’t strong enough. But I will be. I’ll try to be.

Months of therapy, both physical and psychological. Months of slowly integrating himself back into the waking world. Trying to decipher how he could live life without his wife beside him, how different it was to navigate the world now his centre no longer existed. But still, he would do it. For Jumin who loved him and gave up so much to take care of him. For the RFA who continued to do good in the name of his late wife. For himself… For MC.

It still hurt, every moment without her, but for every second he was alive- he was going to live for her.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jumin asked as he looked at him from the corner of his eyes, arms folded as he stood steadfast beside his best friend. At first he didn’t know why he asked him to come to the hardware store, but when they stood in front of the paints as Jihyun held a battered camera it all made sense. He knew where that camera came from. He knew the pictures that were on that roll of film. He knew the picture that Jihyun had wanted to paint.

“Yes.”

He stood in his dark room with dozens of pictures developing around him, the scenery as beautiful and… haunting… as he imagined. What he hadn’t envisioned were of how many pictures he had taken of MC. Of her looking back at him as they hiked, of her standing on the peak of the mountain looking tired but proud, of her just moments after he had told her he wanted to start a family with her.

Though none took his breath away like the very last photo he developed- the very first he took of her of that weekend. Standing at the airport gate, with her bag beside her, her arms wide open and that smile. That smile. The one she did just for him. He had almost ripped the paper when her image started to come through. It hurt. Too much. But he didn’t, he couldn’t. That was one of the last smiles she ever game him, he never wanted to forget it; so he painted. He painted for days on end, not stopping on that one wall he had planned, but on every free space he could. The trees, the mountain, the sun and sky- her. He painted her. Her open arms. The way she looked back at him. The way she looked up at him. Her smile. The gentle curve of her lips, the way her hair had danced in the wind, the way her eyes closed when she laughed. He painted her the way he had always seen her and she was… beautiful.

It wasn’t going to be easy, he knew that. He still woke up in a cold sweat, he still flinched at the sound of his name if someone said it a little too loudly, he could still feel her fingers slip through his. But then he’d look at her picture and he would know, even without her beside him, he was never truly without her. He wasn’t alone.

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Does Paypal Credit Affect Your Credit Score?

A credit score can seem like an arbitrary number that doesn’t reflect your current financial standing, but it reveals much about you. Paypal credit, in particular, can affect your credit score, whether positively or negatively. Here’s what you need to know about the two types of Paypal credit and how they affect your credit score.

If you have excellent credit

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A credit score, or FICO score, is a three-digit number between 300 and 850 used to determine whether you qualify for loans and what interest rate you can expect. The lower your score, the higher your interest rate will be. But there are exceptions: Some people with excellent credit can get better rates than those with poor credit. Suppose you have an existing account that has been in good standing for six months or more, such as a student loan or mortgage. In that case, your lender may report your payment history to one of two bureaus—Experian and Equifax—and it may show up on your Experian credit report. And PayPal maintains its records on some accounts. So what do these reports mean for your score? It depends on which bureau receives them.

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Let’s Talk About Conspiracy Theories

So with this post I want to talk about conspiracy theories, or at least, what one needs to have for it to be viable. There are a lot of them out there, and I'm sure there will be more to come in the future. We have the earth being flat, 9/11 was an inside job, the moon landing was fake, and vaccines cause autism. Just to name a few. No matter what side you're on, usually your views are very strong, but no matter what you bring to the table. It's in my opinion that if the conspiracy cannot meet these three targets, it simply can't even be taken seriously.

The first is very simple. Who benefits? Remember, what we're looking at is a fact that has either been falsified, or a truth that has been hidden from the world for a specific purpose. Let's look at flat earth theory. Whenever I check out something about this one. They claim that NASA is the group to benefit from a round earth. They're given billions of dollars in funds to run experiments and studies, and even to send people into space. From what I've studied, most people that believe in the flat earth say that space itself is a lie, gravity is a lie, and the mathematics to support them is fake. Any images of space is just CGI.

Here's the problem. NASA did not come up with the idea of gravity, nor did they originate the claim that the earth was round. The discovery of gravity was made in 1687, and since that point the scientific community has used the math and theories of gravity in a number of different ways. For over three hundred years, gravity has been subjected to the scientific method. Many a flat earther will remind people common believes have been disproved before, but they forget that they were disproved thanks to the scientific method and community.

Then we have the discovery of the earth being round. Again, this was not a NASA development, but proven when Magellan circumvented the globe. He did this in 1519 with a fleet of five ships to discover a western sea route to the spice islands. Though he did not survive, the trip was a success. We're close to five hundred years of knowing for a fact that the earth is round. The only counter acting of this argument is that what we know of history, is a complete falsification, for five hundred years, for no plausible benefit to anyone.

But this brings us to the second target of a conspiracy theory. How many people are in on it? Remember it just takes one person in the know to mess things up. You can argue that it's easy to silence one person, but why don't you tell that to the NSA and Edward Snowden? Or even the number of leaks that are in the current Trump administration? The fact is that the more people you need to have to be in on the theory, the less plausible it becomes. I picked on the flat earthers before, and I can just mention that it would take… Literally millions of people to be in on the conspiracy though history, science, sailing, flight, construction, and astronomy to name a few to have to be in on this.

So let's take the anti vaccinations. They say that Big Pharma benefits from hiding the truth that vaccines are dangerous. Because obviously when a product doesn't work properly, instead of fixing it, it's easier to just lie to the population of the world. Look, in the end it's still a business. If there's a hint that something is wrong with a product there will be studies and tests to determine if that's the case or not. These are independent studies done by people who want to make money off the failure of said product. Have you ever seen an advert about filing a mass law suit because a certain drug or procedure was found to be unsafe? In other words, you need the medical community of the entire world in agreement to hide this one little detail. Because if it got out? Let's face it, we still need vaccines to live. I don't want polio. I don't my kids to get polio.

And this takes us to the third target. Can you prove it one way or another? Let's face it. The reason that something is placed in the category of a conspiracy, is because we're being fed a false truth to cover up the real one. The problem is that you shouldn't be able to prove a false truth. You shouldn't be able to circumvent the globe if the earth is flat, and there should be no way to see or prove the curvature of the earth. Doing either of these things instantly busts the argument. (sorry flat earthers) Studies by independent parties shouldn't be able to say things like "There is no evidence that vaccines cause autism."

Now you might say. But Lucio, those are the false facts being fed to you! The problem you're running into in these goes in three fold, first we have the second point, how many people are in on it? And we can add in, how credible are the people we're trying to discredit? Remember in the anti vaccine argument, we're not trying to discredit one group of people making one specific product that cannot be recreated. We're trying to discredit the entire medical community, and people who make and study diseases and medicine. If there was a problem with vaccines, there would be another group that would be working night and day to make a safe working version of them instead of just giving out a faulty product. Finally we would have to ask. Where does the truth end, and the lies begin?

Let's look at it this way. Say I offer the theory that the anti smoking campaign is actually a false organization. They've spread out fake medical reports about cigarettes to get people to quit. They actually make nicotine patches, they're behind vapping, and they also collect funds from organizations like Truth. I can support this much like a flat earther. I mean, I've seen people in their eighties that claim to smoke every day and they're fine. I can support this like an anti vaccine supporter and say that the medical facts and studies that we have been given are just lies, or even state that these are the same people who are telling me that vaccines are safe. So when should I believe them, and when shouldn't I?

This is why you must look into how credible the other source is, and how able the world is to be able to prove something. With a flat earth, we have so much mathematical and scientific evidence that you must say is simply a lie in order for you to have any ground to stand on. There have been countless studies on vaccines and if they cause autism, but far too often there simply isn't any proof. Most commonly what I hear from these theorists is that they just have a feeling. They have a feeling that they're right, despite the evidence. Another excuse is something along the lines of "You shouldn't just take everything people tell you as a fact." Yes it is good to ask questions, this is how we learn. But there's asking questions, and there's ignoring the facts. Most people within the conspiracy theory are not actually open to the truth, kinda ironic, right?

I can give a quick glance at the other two theories I mentioned, so they don't feel left out. The moon landing was staged. We have a clear benefiter. The USA and Russia were in the cold war, and anything one could do better than the other would be a clear win. The space race was, in a way, a proxy war. The people that needed to keep the conspiracy secret would not be too unreasonable either. It would have to be all of NASA at the time, a select number of US governmental and militaristic figures, and the people who staged the show. The great thing about this as well is that the people in the know, can grow smaller and smaller in numbers as the years pass. And finally. I mean, how can you prove it one way or another? Go to the moon? And why haven't we been there since then?

Sounds like something we can, oh wait a minute… So question? What about Russia? I mean. There's no way they would just give us the win if they knew it was false. And you have to believe they wanted that win. So we'll have to add in an enemy nation into the people that need to keep it secret, at no benefit to themselves. This can also actually answer why we haven't been back to the moon. Do you know what's on the moon? Nothing. I've read some articles on how the next great business idea is to send a rocket out to mine a comet for minerals. This could be a trillion dollar idea. And there's the moon. Right there. Where we can see it, we've been on it. And that's how we know there's nothing good on it. We beat the Russians there, mission accomplished. Going back is just a dangerous waste of time and resources until we can colonize the bastard. Or attach lasers…

Well at least 9/11 was an inside job right? I mean again we have a clear benefactor in the US. Stage a terrorist attack, get the perfect excuse to go to war, get that delicious delicious oil. You don't really need a lot of people to be in on it either. Just the military personnel who planned it. Hell, let's even go with this. The US knew it was going to happen, and they let it happen. They didn't think it would be such a disaster, but when planes crash into buildings, things happen. And it's not like we can prove one way or another that the US didn't know about it and just let it happen. I mean, look at Pearl Harbor. Shit, I might have to look into this one more sometime!

In the end though, the thing that makes it a conspiracy theory, is that you can't prove it. It might be brought into light later. But you shouldn’t chose to distrust or hate the government or an organization because of a plausibility. There's already too many reasons for that as it is.

I hope this helps you in your future! Remember those three proofs when you hear about any crazy theories out there, and have fun. Please try not to take any of them too seriously though, because in the end a belief is a tricky thing to change, and often enough that's what they turn into. I'd rather take the advise from the Thirteenth apostle, Rufus, and instead just have a good idea.

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How Bitcoin went from cowboy currency to commonplace

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How Bitcoin went from cowboy currency to commonplace

How Bitcoin went from cowboy currency to commonplace: Gone are the times when the phrase Bitcoin would conjure pictures of illicit drug shopping for on darkish net marketplaces — perceptions have shifted.

Properties have been put up on the market with a price ticket in Bitcoin and with retailers implementing fee methods that enable Bitcoin transactions, DIY gear, quick meals, and coffees can all be purchased with the digital forex in some elements of the world.

You’d now be hard-pressed to search out somebody who hasn’t heard of Bitcoin, even when it may be tougher to discover a prepared volunteer who can clarify how the blockchain expertise the cryptocurrency is constructed on works.

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So much has been modified since its beginnings in 2009 when one coin was valued lower than €1 — this week it hit new data bypassing the $50,000 (€41,529) barrier.

Right here, Euronews seems on the key milestones within the forex’s evolution, spoke to a number of the individuals who have embraced it, in addition to a number of the much less fascinating impacts of its reputation.

2009 — Bitcoin launches The cryptocurrency’s creator, Satoshi Nakamoto, launched Bitcoin’s software program in January 2009. After the publication, Bitcoin miners began the community by producing Bitcoin and confirming transactions for the primary time.

To today, nobody is aware of if a person or group is behind the alias. In a 2008 white paper, Nakamoto is known as Bitcoin “a peer-to-peer model of digital money” and set out its primary options equivalent to transactions and privateness.

Bitcoin was designed on the precept that it might be used anonymously and securely, with transactions verified and recorded in a publicly distributed ledger known as a blockchain.

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2011 — Bitcoin has taken up by darknet markets The darknet market Silk Highway, a web-based black market greatest referred to as a platform for promoting unlawful medication, launched in 2011 with Bitcoin as a fee choice. Whereas the FBI shut Silk Highway down in 2013, seizing its Bitcoin, different darknet markets took up the mantle utilizing Bitcoin as a forex.

Whereas Bitcoin’s use on Silk Highway was what made headlines, the identical 12 months, respectable Bitcoin funds had been additionally established. BitPay, a service supplier providing fee processing for retailers, launched in Might and had over 1,100 retailers signed up in 12 months.

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How most kids felt about video games or sports, my pastime was Bitcoin. Erik Finman ‘Bitcoin millionaire at 18’

Erik Finman is understood in crypto circles for being the self-proclaimed youngest Bitcoin millionaire at age 18. In 2011, aged simply 12-years-old, he invested $1,000 his grandmother gave to him within the cryptocurrency. At the time, one token would set you again around $12.

The Idaho native’s entry into the Bitcoin universe happened due to an opportunity assembly at a protest. His older brother introduced him to an illustration in opposition to the arrest of activists who danced on the Jefferson Memorial, he defined.

“It was very a lot a footloose protest,” he added. “Some man had this orange ‘B’ that appeared like a greenback signal on his shirt. Sort of half-joking I requested him what it was. And then you definitely had a bunch of riot police and so they advised us all to depart. So, in the course of working from the police, he was like: ‘Oh, it is Bitcoin man, it should finish Wall Road, the bro.’ And ran off.”

After that, Finman mentioned he and his older brother appeared it up and have become enthusiastic about different currencies. “I suppose I used to be going by that rose-tinted-glasses, libertarian part on the time — it a form of modified my views on the world. You understand, once you’re 12, that is loopy.”

“How most youngsters felt about video games or sports activities, my pastime was Bitcoin,” he advised Euronews.

Now 21, Finman has grown his holdings in crypto cash and constructed a multi-million greenback crypto firm. He has additionally funded tasks together with the making of a real-life Dr. Octopus swimsuit, “which was very cool,” in addition to a number of different charity endeavors.

Has he seen a change in perceptions of Bitcoin? “Now, it is getting much more institution. I believe a variety of that’s to do with the cult around it. Not that it was too huge to fail, nevertheless it had too fanatic a fanbase.”

2013 — First Bitcoin ATMs The Slovakian capital, Bratislava, was one of many earliest cities to see a Bitcoin ATM fitted after the primary was put in in Vancouver, Canada, in October 2013. There are actually greater than 3.5 million internationally.

2017/2018 — Bitcoin value hikes… after which crashes For a lot of, 2017 was the 12 months Bitcoin appeared on their radar. The tokens had reached an all-time excessive of $19,700 (€16,236) on the finish of the 12 months amid a media frenzy. Its hovering value additionally meant heightened institutional curiosity, with governments and buyers taking discover and digital currencies to compete with Bitcoin being developed. Bitcoin’s narrative was bolstered amid stories of cash printing by central banks — one of many cryptocurrency’s key options is that it’s restricted to precisely 21 million cash and never yet one more than will be mined.

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However then, Bitcoin costs plummeted by a sequence of crashes in 2018, dropping again right down to $3,700 (€3,048) by the tip of the 12 months — marking one of the pronounced examples of the digital forex’s trademark unpredictable value swings.

We already surpassed the whole traditional financial banking system for more than three and a half years. And that’s the game for us — how can we show the world we already live in the future? Didi Taihuttu Father of the ‘Bitcoin Family’

For the Bitcoin Household, 2018 was 12 months they needed to trip out. Initially from the Netherlands, in the summertime of 2017, they offered almost all of their possessions and invested them in Bitcoin, to change into “digital nomads”, dwelling in a minimalistic way of life, powered by the digital forex.

“You’ll be able to look into the longer term. We dwell very merely, we dwell day-by-day,” defined Didi Taihuttu, the Father of the Bitcoin Household.

“In 2018 we mentioned to ourselves: ‘We’ll take this 12 months, we’ll go to dwell on campsites, dwell in nature, dwell in stunning Asian international locations, and we’ll see it as a journey. How can we save as many Bitcoins as potential however nonetheless get pleasure from life?’ A camper van in Portugal by the ocean, sleeping free of charge, showering on the seashore; all issues children by no means did earlier than. After which the youngsters are like: ‘Oh, yeah, that is a journey. It isn’t our dad and mom who’s depressed as a result of Bitcoin goes down.'”

And that is what the household did. After coming by 2018, they’ve been traveling and dwelling the nomadic way of life they hoped the cryptocurrency would afford them for over three and a half years. “In 2018, life value us one Bitcoin per thirty days. Now, in 2020, one Bitcoin buys us 12 months,” Taihuttu mentioned.

He and his spouse took their three daughters off in the hunt for freedom and “not being a part of the system anymore”. For the primary six months of their Bitcoin-powered travels, they saved their conventional financial institution accounts however for the previous few years, they removed them and have solely used cryptocurrency and crypto options. Earlier than they obtained their first crypto debit card two years in the past, they purchased on-line Bitcoin coupons and exchanged them for groceries or McDonald’s coupons, reserving everything from flights and inns on-line with Bitcoin.

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“After all, it is somewhat a little bit of a raffle,” Taihuttu mentioned. “However on the opposite aspect, it is solely a raffle in case you’re not ready to lose and for us, at that time in life, we clearly realized that cash did not have any worth to us anymore. We had been ready to lose everything, all the cash, all the posh as a result of we did not care about that anymore.”

What does the longer term maintain for the Bitcoin Household? “That is a really arduous query. For me, I’ve traveler blood that wishes to discover the entire world however we now have already switched from very quick traveling to gradual traveling. We keep in each nation for no less than 4 or 5 months to essentially discover the nation and to get to know the folks, the tradition.”

Apart from persevering with the charity work they’ve been concerned about for some years, Taihuttu says the household is wanting into creating some “digital nomad coworking dwelling locations” in Portugal and Thailand so his kids and spouse can have “social bases”.

2020 — A flash crash, all-time-high, and PayPal adoption The final 12 months was an eventful 12 months within the Bitcoin universe. The net forex skilled a “flash crash” in March amid a worldwide financial slowdown attributable to the coronavirus pandemic however began a vertical climb that accelerated in early October.

Initially of 2020, Bitcoin was nonetheless thought of as a fringe funding, however, by the tip of the 12 months, it had almost quadrupled in worth and reached an all-time excessive above $28,000 (€23,072), seeing it an agency fixture within the conversations of buyers huge and small.

Microsoft was one of many early Large Tech adopters and commenced accepting the forex as a type of fee for digital objects in December 2014. However, it was on-line juggernaut PayPal’s announcement that it could be permitting its prospects to purchase and promote Bitcoin in October final 12 months that signaled the crypto-cash had been accepted into mainstream tradition.

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2021 — Tesla buys Bitcoin however environmentalists name out energy starvation Quick ahead to February 2021 and Bitcoin almost reached the report excessive of $50,000 (€41,529) thanks in no small half to Tesla saying it had purchased $1.5 billion value of the digital cash. Later the identical month, it did hit report ranges.

However, is a digital gold rush in decentralized forex managed by its customers too good to be true? Nicely, environmentalists are calling consideration to the less-publicized aspect of Bitcoin — its power consumption. The computational energy demanded by the cryptocurrency for mining and validating transactions is immense. A current evaluation by Cambridge College put the power consumption into perspective by saying Bitcoin makes use of extra electrical energy yearly than the entire of Argentina.

Critics have hit out at Tesla, which pegs itself as “accelerating the world’s transition to sustainable power with electrical automobiles, photovoltaic and built-in renewable power options for houses and companies”, for selecting to spend money on the tokens, saying it goes in opposition to its pro-environment message.

Whereas many sing the praises of Bitcoin, in addition to reaping its advantages, its elevated profile and the eye that comes with which have seen its ethics known as into query. Regardless of the destiny of the digital forex, devotees will “HODL” — slang locally for holding the cryptocurrency somewhat than promoting it— believing it doesn’t matter what the crash, Bitcoin will rise once more.

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hopefulfestivaltastemaker · 5 years ago

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May 24, 2020

Here is my weekly collection of thoughts and things that happened.

Speed vs. Space

One of the basic tradeoffs in transportation planning is speed, which can be thought of as how far you can get in a time budget, versus how much space you take up during your trip.

Jarrett Walker has “the photo that explains almost everything”. Anyone who has spent any length of time in the urbanist community has seen this photo or some variant of it.

In the article, Walker explains that “In cities, urban space is the ultimate currency.” However, the photo that explains “almost everything” only tells half the story.

This is an isochrone map. You can make your own with the TravelTime app, which is a lot of fun. The image is centered at Orenco Station, Hillsboro, Oregon, where I live, a transit-oriented development that was built up around the MAX station starting in the 1990s. The blue region is all the territory I can reach in 30 minutes by public transport. The red region is all the territory I can reach in 30 minutes by car.

This illustrates the fundamental tradeoff. Contrary to what Walker claims, urban land is not a fixed commodity, but rather is based on what can be reached in a reasonable time. The 30 minute standard is Marchetti’s Constant, which is the observation that cities tend to be structured to afford most citizens a 30 minute one-way commute on average. The geography of the city is thus dependent on the primary transportation mode.

You can go the car-dependent route, and have a geographically large, low-density city, or a transit-dependent city with Manhattan density, or a super-dense arcology where internal transportation is all walking and biking. In each case, I estimate that the city can support a unified labor market of about 7-10 million people before either travel time or congestion get out of control. That is, uncoincidentally, about how large cities get today. Some metropolitan areas can grow to 20-30 million by relaxing the condition that the workforce has to thoroughly mix throughout the city, and by using hybrid transportation systems that simultaneously capture the benefits of each.

There are, of course, other factors that come into play: land use, energy consumption and CO2 emissions, infrastructure and building costs, safety, and aesthetics, among others. Our discussion of land use and transportation policy should be based on such tradeoffs and avoid simplistic “ban cars” slogans.

Oregon Metro’s Transportation Planning

Speaking of transportation, the subject is on my mind now, as Oregon Metro is currently preparing a bond measure for the 2020 ballot and had a work session on the topic this week. Last fall I submitted a comment that the process should be better tied with land use. If a neighborhood or city is to get regional funding for transportation improvements, such as expanded roadways or light rail stops, the region should insist that the city increase its zoned capacity to insure that the transportation improvement is fully utilized. Otherwise it is unfair to taxpayers in the rest of the region. I would like to see the federal Department of Transportation adopt a similar standard, as HUD has done with affordable housing grants.

Aside from that, I would like to see Metro show a bit more transparency on how they costed and estimated the benefits of proposed projects. Perhaps the information is there, but I haven’t been successful in finding it yet.

Otherwise, I don’t have much more to say now on the merits of proposed projects. What Metro is proposing now seems like a reasonable across modes and parts of the region. Said balance might be more the result of the political process than dispassionate analysis, but I wouldn’t expect otherwise.

Inclusive Wealth

Over the years I occasionally see calls for “better measures of progress” (than GDP) or measures of wealth that take well-being and the environment into account, or some variant thereof. Last week I wrote about how “growth at all costs” is a strawman, not an accurate representation of how economic policy is actually made. This week I took some time into trying to better understand these alternative measures.

One such measure is Inclusive Wealth, which the UN Environment Program tracks. It is a composite measure that adds GDP, changes in the quality of the environment and stocks of natural resources, and some measures of human well-being such as education. The index is meant to show that, with a broader definition of wealth, much of the world is not actually improving or even getting worse, in contrast to what the GDP metric tells us.

To start with the positive, I do appreciate the efforts made by ecological economics to quantify the physical basis of wealth. I think this effort is necessary and should be further developed. One of my early influences in energy is work by Ayres and Warr to quantify the role that energy plays in economic growth. They found that it can explain most of the change in total factor productivity in the United States from 1900 to 1970 (beyond which the explanatory power weakens). I do generally like the ecosystem service pricing model, though it has its limitations. And yes, it is important to ask the deeper questions about what well-being is and what causes it.

The Inclusive Wealth metric has several major problems, however, which render the numbers meaningless as a representation of “inclusive” wealth. The most glaring is that scientific and technological knowledge is omitted, except insofar as they are represented in the traditional GDP metric. This renders the calculations on natural capital stock useless, since natural resources are a function both of physical material and technological capability. Technology is the difference between a usable and unusable oil or mineral deposit, and technology is what allows us to harvest useful energy from sunlight, wind, uranium ore, waves, tides, the crust’s heat, or deuterium in the ocean. Contrast to the Simon Abundance Index, which shows real declining commodity prices despite (or because of) growing population.

I don’t understand the material on well-being well enough to judge its usage in Inclusive Wealth, though what I have seen elsewhere makes me suspicious. That might the subject for a future post.

In the end, Inclusive Wealth is something that I think could have been a valuable contribution to our understanding of the economy, but it fails in that regard. Behind positive rhetoric about natural capital and well-being, the report carries Malthusian arguments and betrays population anxiety. It makes me wonder if there ever could be a super-metric of wealth that is coherent enough to be used for policy and free of obvious ideological bias. I doubt it, and it should be recognized that policymaking is a pluralistic exercise. An attempt to aggregate mutually incommensurate values into a single metric necessarily masks value judgments with the illusion of objective measurement.

Interstellar Flight Concepts

Marc Millis has a presentation online now from the Tennessee Valley Interstellar Workshop last year. With a grant from NASA, he is building a database of proposed mission architectures for unmanned interstellar probes.

First, I find it wild that NASA is funding such a thing. Projects involving speculative physics, such as warp drives, are expressly included in the scope. It is good to see a small portion of our research efforts going to far-reaching projects, few if any of which are likely to come to fruition in this century.

Second, I like the idea of a public-facing database of proposed solutions. I would like to see much more of this across fields to help the public better find what is available and place it in context. The IAEA maintains a similar database for advanced nuclear reactors, which I have found helpful.

Infrastructure for Artificial Intelligence

I’ve also been thinking about AI this week. Last year, Eric Drexler published Reframing Superintelligence: Comprehensive AI Services as General Intelligence, which I found to be a useful corrective to the agent-based notion of artificial general/super-intelligence that is prevalent. If I understand the argument (which, I must say, is not the easiest to understand), he envisions that AGI can be stitched together by decomposing economically useful tasks into a tiled task space, where a narrow intelligence can be developed to perform each task, and AGI can be stitched together across tiles.

This is all quite debatable, but Reframing Superintelligence does point to the possibility of an AI infrastructure which, even if it is not structured as Drexler imagines, may be an important concept. To analogize to road networks, agents, such as DeepMind, might be the cars and trucks; what then, are the roads?

The best thought out answer I know of is the Semantic Web, an idea developed by Tim Berners-Lee (developer of the World Wide Web) as a machine-readable extension. It is, in effect, a method of encoding knowledge in a graph database of propositions in subject-predicate-object format. It is a very intriguing idea but one that has not yet gained traction in the way that advocates had hoped.

I can imagine the Semantic Web, or some analogous concept, playing an important role in the technology stack that ultimately leads us to AGI. It could also be instrumental in realizing the potential of expert systems and automated reasoning, techniques in AI that for years have languished with limited productive results.

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accuhunt · 5 years ago

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How to Indulge Your Wanderlust During the Coronavirus Pandemic.

The past few days have been rather scary. Mask-covered faces. Queues to wash hands in public toilets. Sanitizers constantly out of stock. Accusatory looks towards anyone coughing or sneezing. Eerily empty hotels, flights and streets following the lockdown travel advice for Coronavirus. Places that were once plagued by overtourism are now deserted. The spread of the COVID-19 Coronavirus has suddenly brought all usual life – and travel – to a halt.

Until a week or two ago, the panic felt rooted in social media, whatsapp forwards and even racial profiling. At that time, I posted on Instagram that I would continue my travels. But in light of recent developments, I’ve archived that post, cancelled some rather exciting travel plans until April and urged everyone to do the same.

I was scheduled to conduct a workshop on responsible tourism marketing in Madhya Pradesh and speak at the prestigious Economic Times Women’s Forum this month – but both events have been cancelled.

In fact, India has cancelled all visas for foreigners till mid April. Sri Lanka has suspended its e-visa facility. Italy is under lock down. Public events have been cancelled in most parts of the world. Schools and colleges have been shut in most Indian states. India’s travel advice for coronavirus is to cancel all non-essential travel abroad. Indians returning from China, Italy, Iran, Korea, France, Spain, Germany, Malaysia, Nepal and even the US can potentially be sent to 14 days of quarantine!

Chances are, you already know that. You, like me, have cancelled your immediate travel plans. And probably you, like me, are wondering what you can do now to indulge your wander-lusting soul!

Here are some creative ideas to satiate your travel cravings – safely and responsibly – during this uncertain coronavirus period:

Read non-fiction books by local authors to virtually explore a new region or country

I’ve dreamt of setting foot in Tibet for a long time, knowing fully well that the Tibet of my dreams is off limits (or no longer exists). So a while ago, I did the next best thing to travelling in Tibet – reading a book that movingly explores its lost beauty, culture and way of life. Tibet With My Eyes Closed is a collection of short stories by Madhu Gurung, based on the lives of Tibetan refugees in India. Some stories moved me to tears, while others left me with an insatiable longing. I can’t recommend it enough!

My point is, as per official travel advice for coronavirus, the entire world is off limits right now. But we can do the next best thing – travel to our dream places through the words and insights of people who know them deeply.

If you dream of Iran, for instance, read Reading Lolita In Tehran. If you dream of Myanmar, read From The Land Of Green Ghosts. If you dream of the Caucasus (Georgia / Azerbaijan), read Ali And Nino.

For more book recommendations, see my favorite (unusual) travel books by local authors around the world. If you’re keen to explore the world from my lens, you can also get a copy of my travel memoir, The Shooting Star

Also read: What No One Tells You About Writing and Publishing a Book in India

Learn a new language that will make a future trip more meaningful

Everywhere I travel, I try to pick up a few words in the local language. But in the weeks before I travelled to Japan, I tried to listen to one episode of a Japanese language podcast every day. By the time I landed in Tokyo, I was able to say many basic phrases in Japanese – which sure made it easier to make friends, find local vegan food and even get some unusual recommendations.

The process of learning a language can certainly make us feel like we’re almost on our way somewhere. The Survival Phrases podcast is good for conversational skills and the Babbel / Duolingo apps can help with basics. But if you really want to commit, consider signing up with an online teacher for one-to-one Skype lessons on a site like italki (I haven’t used it yet but heard good things).

I took Urdu writing lessons last year, but have been terrible at keeping up with what I learnt. I’ve pledged to practice a bit everyday now!

Also read: Unusual Solo Travel Destinations to Feed Your Adventurous Spirit

Document your past adventures

I still have tons of untold stories from my travels over the years. If you’re a travel writer, blogger, photographer, Instagrammer or any kind of storyteller, you’re probably full of stories too – and always wishing for more time to be able to tell them. Or perhaps you have a special interest in architecture, vegan food, wildlife, languages or something else – and you could combine that with your past travels to create unique stories.

All travel advice for Coronovirus suggests not going on a physical journey. But we can still journey into the recesses of our minds, relive some of our adventures and share them with the world. After all, we could all use a little break from the negative news out there!

Also read: How I’m Funding my Adventures Around the World Through Travel Blogging

Binge watch the wonders of our planet

Many of us travel to witness the breathtaking beauty of nature and the cultural wonders of the world. Unfortunately both are fast disappearing.

Video streaming sites online are full of films and documentaries about our incredible planet, wildlife, remote cultures and more. Now is a good time to plug into them, both to feed our wanderlust and to remind ourselves what we stand to lose. Maybe the travel advice for coronavirus and this time away from the road, work, school, college and social gatherings can be a time to reflect on how we need to make better life and travel choices to collectively help the planet.

I’ve been meaning to finish watching One Strange Rock on Netflix, which explains the wonders of earth from the fascinating perspectives of astronauts. And start Our Planet, which documents the impact of climate change on the world’s most remote and vulnerable regions.

Also read: Tajikistan: A Country That’s Not on Your Travel Radar, But Should Be.

Support small responsible travel businesses virtually

As you can probably imagine, this is one of the worst times for the travel industry. March, otherwise peak travel season for many places around the world, has been a month of cancellations. April might go the same way, though I really hope not. Small business owners, family-run homestays, social enterprises and responsible tourism businesses will be some of the worst hit this year.

All travel advice for coronavirus suggests we can’t physically travel this month to support them or the work they do for local communities and environment conservation. But small gestures can go a long way. Leave them a heartfelt review on Google Reviews / TripAdvisor. Mention them on Instagram / Twitter. Recommend them to family and friends for future trips. When the coronavirus pandemic is behind us, they’ll need our tourism money the most. Let’s make sure they’re found, remembered and supported then!

Also read: Offbeat, Incredible and Sustainable – These Travel Companies are Changing the Way You Experience India

Work on your storytelling

Perhaps experimenting with writing, blogging, photography or videos has been on your mind for a long time. Or you still need to perfect some skills. I know I need to get better at editing videos. I could use some professional photography help, but my heart is only half in it. I still have a ton of SEO work to do on this blog. And there’s no end to becoming a better writer.

Here’s a silver lining for the travel advice for coronavirus: Use the time you would’ve spent travelling or socializing, to work on something that might enable you to travel or work on the go in the future!

Also read: Advice for the Young and Penniless Who Want to Travel

International travel is out. But should you travel domestically now?

Many of you have reached out to ask for my travel advice for coronavirus with respect to domestic travel in India (and elsewhere). I think it’s a bad idea. For several reasons:

It’s just not fun. I felt an inexplicable anxiety during the last two days of my recent Chhattisgarh trip. Hearing someone cough sent a shiver down my spine. The last thing I wanted was to have to put myself in self-isolation in someone’s homestay or in a soulless hotel. Or worse, be quarantined in a government facility.

The fear of carrying the virus to a remote part of India. The idea of travelling from urban India – where the majority of coronavirus cases are (in Delhi, Mumbai, Jaipur, Kochi etc) – to rural India is a scary one. Imagine if we have the virus but the symptoms haven’t yet shown up. We could be carrying it to small villages where medical facilities are rare and self-isolation is difficult because entire families live in a single room. It’ll be mayhem.

The fear of infecting people more vulnerable to the virus. People over 60 and those with respiratory issues seem to be the most vulnerable to the coronavirus. We can’t risk being the vectors infecting them.

Flights, buses and trains can be coronavirus hotbeds. Given how infectious the coronavirus seems to be, being stuck among scores of people in a closed environment is a big no-no.

It’s best to postpone all international and domestic travel atleast until April (maybe longer, depending on how things turn out). We need to avoid busy places, public transport and any physical contact. We must constantly wash and sanitise our hands. And if we have even the mildest symptoms of fever, cough, cold or flu, we absolutely must stay at home and follow official protocols!

How has coronavirus affected your travel plans? If you run a travel business, what’s it been like for you?