Think about heroes, and whether we should even need them. The answer is: we do not.
I sometimes wish I could tell you more, but I cannot. I cannot tell you everything I think you should hear because it is boring, or it is unnecessary, or it is very necessary but unapproved. There are many reasons I cannot always tell you what I want to tell you, but the main reason is that you need to find it out for yourself.
I could preach, and teach, and shout, and explain, but no lesson is as powerful as the lesson learned on one’s own. You can do it. You don’t need old Cecil telling you what’s happening in town. No, I just report the news, I just arrange it. You figure it out. You learn from it. You take action. You create the meaning. It is all up to you, and given my current broadcasting situation, it may be up to you for a long time.
Stay tuned next for silence, self-reflection, and a long pause to hear yourself think. Use that silence well. Goodnight, Night Vale. Goodnight."
— Cecil, Welcome to Night Vale, episode 36: “Missing” (via hungryhungryhannibal)
OK, I’m not telling you the whole truth—it was definitely the birds. Imagine these cuts and scratches, dried and brittle now, but tender to the touch. He is certain he did not offend the birds but he is uncertain whether his complacency was misconstrued as equal to said offence. Picture this. Picture the man leaning on the criss-crossing metal wires, waiting. The birds are gone—but other things are coming. He doesn’t know specifically what, but he knows it’ll come for him. You know this too, because I have told you. The man says… nothing.
There’s never not something that has been displaced, marginalised. There’s never not something that, when feeling pressed to the wall, to a place with no room left to run, gathers its numbers, gathers its forces, and turns savagely on its oppressor. Turns viciously, and without inhibition, even on those who merely look like its oppressor. Do you catch my meaning? Can you imagine the scene I am explaining? How much of the world makes sense to you? What does it mean to be a hero? To be a human?
The man thinks about his heart. It beats, it beats normally. Earlier, it did not beat normally. Think about your own heart. Is it beating normally?
Listen. I’ll give you a long moment.
How is your heart? Do you remember the man, the one on the fence, shirtless and scarred, with the normally beating heart? He’s not real.
Take him out of the story, but leave the story. Take him out. Leave the story.
Do you catch my meaning? Do you?
This has been traffic."
— Cecil Baldwin, Welcome to Night Vale #36, “Missing” (via elucipher)
HOLY SHIT this was an AWESOME episode. The TRAFFIC. The whole traffic I’m going “Wait… is he… no… omgheis!”
BTW, Tamika Flynn is my hero. I’m gonna have to draw her.