I think there's a "subjective" suspension of disbelief, one with regards to worldviews and possibly morality, in addition to the "objective" suspension of disbelief. Breaching the limits of either makes the audience interpret what they're reading as lies. Of the two, people seem to be more flexible with the "objective" than with the "subjective".
EDIT: Oh, it turns out that I misunderstood the willing suspension of disbelief. Ignore this.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Oh hey, I also got hired for a temporary job today! High-five!🖐️
Forever couldn't wait We decide there must be more Than just one way After what we saw that day Summer was awake Twist over the highway lines To get across the lake You shake, I shake
You carve into the bridge It might not be so bad to die Believing in a lie that we'll leave behind
“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.”~Brian Eno
“There is no end,” said the angel, and it was so indeed. For the road was the rim of the Wheel, which encircled infinity. There was truly no resting place. For some, this would have been dread news, enough to strike the life out of them. Many had given up when they learned of this, and laid down to die, as was sometimes the way of men in those days. But for Prim, it washed over her, and soothed her, and for her weary and torn heart was the sweetest balm in the world. - Prim Masters the Road
“There is no end,” said the angel, and it was so indeed. For the road was the rim of the Wheel, which encircled infinity. There was truly no resting place. For some, this would have been dread news, enough to strike the life out of them. Many had given up when they learned of this, and laid down to die, as was sometimes the way of men in those days. But for Prim, it washed over her, and soothed her, and for her weary and torn heart was the sweetest balm in the world. - Prim Masters the Road
“There is no end,” said the angel, and it was so indeed. For the road was the rim of the Wheel, which encircled infinity. There was truly no resting place. For some, this would have been dread news, enough to strike the life out of them. Many had given up when they learned of this, and laid down to die, as was sometimes the way of men in those days. But for Prim, it washed over her, and soothed her, and for her weary and torn heart was the sweetest balm in the world. - Prim Masters the Road
One must suppose that the restaurant is thus named after her.
I now have a job. I like my job. It's temporary and part-time, but the pay is more than I've ever gotten.
It's mind-boggling to me that I'll be going back to this job (because it's the year after it was then) and we're still on the same page of this thread.
“There is no end,” said the angel, and it was so indeed. For the road was the rim of the Wheel, which encircled infinity. There was truly no resting place. For some, this would have been dread news, enough to strike the life out of them. Many had given up when they learned of this, and laid down to die, as was sometimes the way of men in those days. But for Prim, it washed over her, and soothed her, and for her weary and torn heart was the sweetest balm in the world. - Prim Masters the Road
Time is a mercurial and cruel thing! It is always inching forward at the same steady rate, one second per second, and yet, it can sneak up on us nonetheless.
It's like the story of the Turtle and the Hare. If you're always looking toward your next horizon, you might never notice time inching up on you at all. But if you look back, to see time moving forward....well, it is difficult to get much of anywhere, I suppose.
I wouldn't know. I have never spent a single day of my life looking behind me.
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Oh hey, I also got hired for a temporary job today! High-five!🖐️
We decide there must be more
Than just one way
After what we saw that day
Summer was awake
Twist over the highway lines
To get across the lake
You shake, I shake
You carve into the bridge
It might not be so bad to die
Believing in a lie that we'll leave behind
So it would seem!
We actually ate at the first ever Wendy's restaurant quite a few times, though sadly it shut down in 2009