Speed is the only remedy for people like us. It’s a state of being that pulls you away from the weight of everything that holds you down. When you accelerate and run, you become free, the world around dissolves.
And the faster you go, the farther you escape from pain, until even pain can no longer keep up, torn apart by the violence of motion.
This is why I’m really obsessed with fast fictional characters, like Sonic.
I like to find in him this profound symbolism that isn’t a canon interpretation but holds value anyway (I rephrased with AI a bit to improve literacy):
Sonic never stops running, because stillness is where trouble begins, where he succumbs to his pain, regret, lost chances. Motion saves him from the past, he fades away from it. His attitude is a facade because he has some intrinsic aphasia that, like us, holds him from expressing emotions through words, and he let’s his actions talk for him. Every step forward is a refusal to let pain catch up, speed as freedom, speed as quiet defiance against what waits behind him.
And I wish every brocel could afford to go fast one day. Speed is truly the only tangible cure we have to not feel like this. It’s yourself, the ground beneath and the sky closing over you, no room for error, a mistake means certain death, but until that, you are the most alive that you could possibly be.
Men are made for this, built for it, that’s what we are, risk takers, what we are supposed to be. They are trying to sabotage us in this safe cushion feminized hell that deprived men of challenge, virtue, honor, destiny.
I cannot afford to own a fast car, but I will consider a sports bike in the future, used maybe, even if insurance in Italy is a scam. Every brocel deserves to save himself through speed.
View: https://youtu.be/1YnQqrjE6bA?si=fpwX_yQJuPxP8V3b
And the faster you go, the farther you escape from pain, until even pain can no longer keep up, torn apart by the violence of motion.
This is why I’m really obsessed with fast fictional characters, like Sonic.
I like to find in him this profound symbolism that isn’t a canon interpretation but holds value anyway (I rephrased with AI a bit to improve literacy):
Sonic never stops running, because stillness is where trouble begins, where he succumbs to his pain, regret, lost chances. Motion saves him from the past, he fades away from it. His attitude is a facade because he has some intrinsic aphasia that, like us, holds him from expressing emotions through words, and he let’s his actions talk for him. Every step forward is a refusal to let pain catch up, speed as freedom, speed as quiet defiance against what waits behind him.
And I wish every brocel could afford to go fast one day. Speed is truly the only tangible cure we have to not feel like this. It’s yourself, the ground beneath and the sky closing over you, no room for error, a mistake means certain death, but until that, you are the most alive that you could possibly be.
Men are made for this, built for it, that’s what we are, risk takers, what we are supposed to be. They are trying to sabotage us in this safe cushion feminized hell that deprived men of challenge, virtue, honor, destiny.
I cannot afford to own a fast car, but I will consider a sports bike in the future, used maybe, even if insurance in Italy is a scam. Every brocel deserves to save himself through speed.
View: https://youtu.be/1YnQqrjE6bA?si=fpwX_yQJuPxP8V3b
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