LOG_040_TEMPLE

Despite pouring countless hours over every photo, drawing, and recounting of the ancient structure, even the most accurate of those facsimiles paled in comparison to the real thing when Dr. Tareste first laid eyes upon it: a moon-blue dagger of a tower rising out of the undergrowth, flanked by a pair of eroded statues, almost luminescent in what watery light filtered through the verdant canopy.

The better part of xir academic career had been dedicated to the study of these sites–the remnants of an obscure culture, the bones of another people, of xir people–and now xe stood within hiking distance of this one. All those dreams of reaching out and touching the same walls that xir ancestors might have once touched, standing where they might have once stood… The thought inspired a burst of energy, and the doctor walked on with renewed determination.

~Sappy Daze~ Day 13

I Took a Picture 

of an old lady 
taking a picture, 
in awe
of a naked tree. 
That tree attracted 
her admiration 
because 
it was stripped 
of its bark
is what I 
thought, until I 
realized that 
tree was 
just like that, 
and not diseased or 
traumatized. 
Did the old lady 
taking a picture 
know that? Maybe I 
never actually 
took a picture. I 
can’t remember, but I 
remember wanting 
to, and if I 
had actually 
took a picture, 
I deleted it 
right away.
I remember wondering 
if it was creepy 
of me to 
take a picture 
of the old lady, 
too, but what I 
took a picture of 
was her 
taking a picture.

- Sappy

LOG_039_HUIJ

Above: the beginnings of a village established on KHEPRI-1c. Though most of the planet’s population were transient researchers, some found their calling among the icy peaks and igneous valleys and sought to become permanent residents. Powered by geothermal activity beneath the crust, their massive radar tower was the main source of communication with the outside world, and it expanded into one of the biggest outposts on the planet. However, less than a decade later, misfortune struck: a major earthquake followed by a particularly harsh storm wiped out most of its population, and the remaining survivors elected to abandon the crumbling town to the mercies of 1c’s eternal winter.

~Sappy Daze~ Day 12

PMS 

Pardon my speech. As a 
poor, malfunctioning soul,
pleasantries might not suffice as I 
pacify this major s*** of a time.

Pre-menstrual symptoms 
popularly include munchies--
pizza and milk-chocolate-coated strawberries. 
Problematically, my sanity is 
progressively missing, so
please my satiations and 
perhaps I might sincerely 
produce my pretty smile.

- Sappy