“my battery is low and it’s getting dark” is so hauntingly human, so crushingly lonely. I can’t articulate the deep, profound ache that sentence evokes. It’s acceptance and defeat and terror and sadness all at once, all from one tiny machine we asked to explore the stars for us.
OKAY OKAY OKAY I KNOW THERE ARE SO MANY FANDOMS STARTING NOW, LIKE THE SINK FANDOM AND THE TREEHOUSE FANDOM AND THE BLANKET FORT FANDOM, BUT YOU ARE ALL MISSING ONE.
SECRET
FREAKIN’
ROOMS
LIKE
PEOPLE
BUILD ROOMS
WITHIN ROOMS
BUT THEY AREN’T LIMITED TO INSIDE THE HOME
THAT’S RIGHT
THERE ARE SECRET ROOMS FOR CARS
HONESTLY THOUGH
YOU EITHER LIKE SECRET ROOMS
OR YOU’RE WRONG
I have always wanted a house with secret rooms.
My goal in life is to become an eccentric recluse with an entire manor filled with secret rooms young intrepid junior-detectives will want to explore to look for clues.
I will then proceed to spook them periodically while wearing a bedsheet with holes cut out, and stare at them creepily from behind paintings.