I’ve seen similar posts before with like dark souls bonfires or cutesy photos or cozy fantasy stuff, but this? This is art. It’s so visceral, so raw, it’s positively dripping with the juices of a reality most people only dream of and yet completely and totally exists in this world. It slaps you upside the head and locks eyes with you, snapping you instantly out of whatever funk, demanding your attention and ordering you to double check your eyes. Yes that is a shotgun, yes they are gesturing to you specifically, and no it isn’t a gameplay screenshot or weird meta post or even a meme. There are no filters or edits on this. It’s real, realer than most things are on the internet. Someone got dressed, brought their rifle, and took a photo out in the wilderness. That fire? Real. That breakfast? Real. That person probably ate it. Shit, they might have literally shared it with someone. That someone could be you. Not in a “imagine you’re in this fictional setting” way but in a “if things were different I could genuinely, actually, be there, in the snowy wood” way, a way that drags you hand and foot into the imagination, into wondering what it’s like, to be there. The gentle, non-threatening invitation is starkly contrasted by the weapon in hand, a clear reminder of the possibility and reality of violence, and yet you somehow just know that no harm would ever come to you here. They’ve accepted you, just as you are, and all that’s left is to accept their invitation. Warm eggs. Bacon. Coffee. A simple fire, a real one, not one for show or aesthetics but built for function and warmth. And probably the best conversation you’ll ever have in your life.
Yea, to be clear I really liked the writing. So please don’t feel bad about that! It’s more the innate sense of suspicion the internet has given me has now made me think that while I read most anything of interest, and I really can’t stand that as I enjoy writing as well.
I saw it on fetlife of all places (which confuses me cause like who in their right mind scrolls for so long on fetlife that you need a break. Fetlife is for seeing my friends naked and hearing they’re doing well and then closing, not endless scrolling), and thought to myself fedi folks would enjoy it :)
This is one of the best comments I’ve read on lemmy in a while. I hope you don’t mind that I shared it on !bestoflemmy@lemmy.world; I think it certainly deserves a post there.
Honestly, I’ve been in that exact situation (sans shotgun). BBQ on a campfire in the middle of a snowy forest, shared with a comrade. T’was nice. This post very much brings back good memories. I wonder if I’ll ever have an experience like that again, given how far away I am from snowy forests now.
Holy shit this is fantastic.
I’ve seen similar posts before with like dark souls bonfires or cutesy photos or cozy fantasy stuff, but this? This is art. It’s so visceral, so raw, it’s positively dripping with the juices of a reality most people only dream of and yet completely and totally exists in this world. It slaps you upside the head and locks eyes with you, snapping you instantly out of whatever funk, demanding your attention and ordering you to double check your eyes. Yes that is a shotgun, yes they are gesturing to you specifically, and no it isn’t a gameplay screenshot or weird meta post or even a meme. There are no filters or edits on this. It’s real, realer than most things are on the internet. Someone got dressed, brought their rifle, and took a photo out in the wilderness. That fire? Real. That breakfast? Real. That person probably ate it. Shit, they might have literally shared it with someone. That someone could be you. Not in a “imagine you’re in this fictional setting” way but in a “if things were different I could genuinely, actually, be there, in the snowy wood” way, a way that drags you hand and foot into the imagination, into wondering what it’s like, to be there. The gentle, non-threatening invitation is starkly contrasted by the weapon in hand, a clear reminder of the possibility and reality of violence, and yet you somehow just know that no harm would ever come to you here. They’ve accepted you, just as you are, and all that’s left is to accept their invitation. Warm eggs. Bacon. Coffee. A simple fire, a real one, not one for show or aesthetics but built for function and warmth. And probably the best conversation you’ll ever have in your life.
probably the most heartfelt comment I’ve seen on Lemmy, thank you for posting that
I hate that I felt like it was AI while reading it. :(
That is actually very disheartening to hear since writing is like the one thing I’m moderately ok at
Yea, to be clear I really liked the writing. So please don’t feel bad about that! It’s more the innate sense of suspicion the internet has given me has now made me think that while I read most anything of interest, and I really can’t stand that as I enjoy writing as well.
Lol, I’m so glad you enjoyed it
I saw it on fetlife of all places (which confuses me cause like who in their right mind scrolls for so long on fetlife that you need a break. Fetlife is for seeing my friends naked and hearing they’re doing well and then closing, not endless scrolling), and thought to myself fedi folks would enjoy it :)
This is one of the best comments I’ve read on lemmy in a while. I hope you don’t mind that I shared it on !bestoflemmy@lemmy.world; I think it certainly deserves a post there.
Read the username and was not surprised👏👏👏 Actually I have you tagged as the WritingPrompts guy😊
Oh wow, that’s… I had no idea people recognized me on here. That’s news to me.
Honestly, I’ve been in that exact situation (sans shotgun). BBQ on a campfire in the middle of a snowy forest, shared with a comrade. T’was nice. This post very much brings back good memories. I wonder if I’ll ever have an experience like that again, given how far away I am from snowy forests now.