Trisha Srigiriraju
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Artist, Activist, Adventurer.
Finding my place in the vast cosmos through words and art.
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Survival of the Fittest
A human being’s exceptional will to live, even in the most dire of circumstances, separates us from every other species on this planet. It is fundamental, foundational, something that we are indeed born with and spend each day on this Earth vehemently fighting for, through any means necessary. Morality, right and wrong, our so-called “complexities”, all that goes flying out the window when we are faced with the potential of our deaths. Because in that moment, when all hope seems lost, and we are left, staring down the barrel of the end of it all, all we can think of is ourselves, how terrified we are of the unknown, and of what comes next. All we can think of is how we don’t want to die. And yet, how strange it is, that we end up being the greatest threat to our own survival. How utterly fitting that we are to be the architects of our own demise.
By Trisha Srigiriraju5 years ago in Futurism
Hereditary
Early morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains and I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. I was having such a good dream. There had been aliens and a fantastical dimension that I’d somehow ended up in, the undulating scenery around me full of bright colors, colors I didn’t even know existed. I’d had these same kind of dreams as a child, but the more time I spent awake, the more the dream would slip away until it had all but disappeared. Sure enough, as sleep ebbed away and my mind started whirring once more, remembering it felt difficult, like trying to hold on to something slippery and wriggling and wet.
By Trisha Srigiriraju5 years ago in Futurism
The Bargain
It was back. The small, black book which I thought I’d trashed in the dumpster after my father had sent it for my eighteenth birthday, now sat, seemingly untouched and unblemished on my nightstand. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake the cobwebs of sleep from my muddled mind, before sitting up to take a proper look.
By Trisha Srigiriraju5 years ago in Families
