niktos-kitt:

likeadeepbluesea:

Italy is perfect for those gothic posts like:

• the elders observe your every move as you stumble along the cobble stone. You never know if they are benevolent or not. You just know they are watching.
• the way to town is uphill. The way home is also uphill. You are left to wonder how is that possible.
• The city elects the new Mayor. You didn’t vote for the new mayor. You’re pretty sure nobody you know voted for the new mayor. You have a haunting feeling nobody actually voted for the new Mayor. As you see questionable local enterprise bigshots grinning, anxiety creeps into you.
• In any given place, as you walk, you’re walking on ancient ruins. Wherever you’ll dig, you’ll find ancient ruins. Ancient ruins resurface on their own. They are around you. They are beneath you. You can’t escape.
• Beautiful churches lurking behind every corner. You enter one and are greeted by sublime ancient frescos depicting suffering, torture and martyrdom. The Priest tells you that suffering is the only pathway to Heaven. The townspeople nod and chant along him. You realize that the beliefs of these people influence the policies of the Country. You are scared.
• The old towns are guarded by the dead gaze of the statues of our forefathers. Some of these statues are headless, or damaged by past wars. Everything around you is older than you can possibly imagine. You wonder if the headless statues are luckier, for their eyes haven’t survived to witness, powerlessly, the misery of human history.
• Regardless of where you are, there are abandoned homes. Dusty and dark houses lurking on the dark alleys, too old to be destroyed, too damaged to be restored.
• The streets are lit by candles. Like every year, it starts like hear a ominous chanting getting near. Shortly after, the horde floods your street, slowly dragging their feet, lead by a Priest droning into a microphone. Some are holding holy objects. You are filled with dread as you watch your family join the horde, smiling.
• You are to turn in some paperwork. You discover that you need more paperwork and that you are supposed to deliver it to another office. The paperwork grows as you continue the process. The red tape overwhelms you. You drown in paperwork. It is all you see. A deadline looms over you. You feel no hope. Then, if the Bureaucrats will allow it, your paperwork will get through. Then, your request will sit in a dark room, ignored for a decade.

oh oh let me add one pls

• You hear a bell ringing.
  Space doesn’t matter and neither does time.
  Wherever you are you can always hear the echo of a church bell ringing somewhere in the distance, counting down the hours of the day.
  There are many more bells than what you first thought.
  Time flows much faster than what you first thought.