Someone Recommend Me Some Good Fantasy Books That Aren’t Centred On A War, Please, My Crops Are Dying

Used this video as reference

People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.

An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…

It’s an ant again.

Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

This is madness.

Robert Icke, Oresteia (Act Three). went to the trouble of transcribing this for one of my silly little comic web weaving posts but u guys can see it on my main too i guess <3

ELECTRA: Dad. You used to sit right there.

AGAMEMNON: I did. Family meals. Your mother's custom. Still going.

ELECTRA: We're not the model family of the modern major general. But then we weren't that when you were here either.

It's strange that you aren't here.

AGAMEMNON: You'll get used to it.

ELECTRA: I haven't yet.

AGAMEMNON: You will.

ELECTRA: It feels like minutes. I know it's been longer than that.

AGAMEMNON: This is it now. This is doing things fatherless.

ELECTRA: I just thought that.

AGAMEMNON: Like father [like son].

ELECTRA: I sharpen my pencil fatherless. I pour a glass of wine fatherless. I don't drink it fatherless. I hear a song fatherless that I used to [like] --

I feel absolutely nothing at all.

I imagine a conversation with my father fatherless. The colour of it stains my head. It echoes. It stays with me. Whether or not any of the words were ever spoken, it's the realest thing that happens all day.

telepathy, but make it more abstract

shout out to google maps idk how to draw houses

i refused to stay buried because i love you why are you running

i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”