THIS TOO SHALL PASS ☐

MEMENTO MORI

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Howdy! My name is doctorZul, and this is my tiny corner of the Internet! I'm a HUGE fan of these Indie Web websites that have been popping up, and I've been wanting to make my own for the longest time! Recently, I've started a class on Web Technologies in college where we learn to mess around with HTML, CSS, and JS, and it was the perfect little push I needed to make my own website on NeoCities.
(I'm still learning so please excuse any mess you might see around here! Here be dragons!)

Like I mentioned above, he's not real. he's not real.he's not real.he's not real. he's not real.
he's not real.
he's not real.

he's not real.he's not real.he's not real.he's not real.
he's not real.he's not real.
he's not real.
he's not real.
he's not real.
he's not real.he's not real.he's not real.

It took a while for us to finally wrap our heads around the situation, but when we finally did it, there was no going back. By this point, the entire town
hell, the entire world
was black and white and crimson. There was no color left in anything. People walked around like zombies, eyes glazed over, staring at nothing. No one spoke. No one laughed. No one cried. It was it. But we kept going. Of course. Young and stupid as we were, we kept going. It was ridiculous. We were ridiculous. But we kept going.
And that gave people hope. We became heroes. The fathers. The emperors. The ones who kept the bad outside, and the color inside. We gave the town structure. We made the hard choices when everyone opted to look away. We kept going. And we kept the color inside.
It was only a matter of time before we made a wrong call. Alita was the first to

and it wasn't long before she found him still pacing around the abandoned high school. He didn't speak to her, of course. He just stared at her with those dead eyes of his. She tried to talk to him, but he just kept staring. She tried to grab his arm, but he just kept staring. She tried to pull him away, but he just kept staring.
People were not happy when she came back empty-handed. At this point, everyone was still freaking out over the bureaucracy of resources, so Alita wasting a bunch of food and water making a trip to the high school in the middle of nowhere and coming back with nothing to show for it was not great. People looked at her like she'd stolen the food directly from their mouths. She was devastated. We were afraid people would revolt against us, so we made the hard choice. Soon, we went from emperor to tyrants.
And then, as these things often are, we went from tyrants to exiles.

A l i t a . . .