<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Minimalist on despatches</title><link>https://icle.es/tags/minimalist/</link><description>Recent content in Minimalist on despatches</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2025 16:08:20 +0100</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://icle.es/tags/minimalist/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The End</title><link>https://icle.es/2025/07/02/the-end/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2025 12:17:38 +0100</pubDate><guid>https://icle.es/2025/07/02/the-end/</guid><description>&lt;p>It&amp;rsquo;s funny how much can change in a moment. There was once a ship that was
happy. It had sharp edges and a soft soul. It loved feeling the cool sea breeze,
the mist as it flew close to the ocean. It loved the heat of the desert, and it
loved to watch the setting sun.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>It loved to watch the birds, to race galloping creatures below, often pretending
to lose.&lt;/p></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&rsquo;s funny how much can change in a moment. There was once a ship that was
happy. It had sharp edges and a soft soul. It loved feeling the cool sea breeze,
the mist as it flew close to the ocean. It loved the heat of the desert, and it
loved to watch the setting sun.</p>
<p>It loved to watch the birds, to race galloping creatures below, often pretending
to lose.</p>
<p>One morning, not unlike many others, it was resting atop a mountain watching the
sun rise, basking in the warmth of the sun and the twittering of the birds.</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s funny how much can change in a moment.</p>
<p>It was now drifting in silence surrounded by what looked like asteroids. The
warmth of the sun felt like a distant memory. How many moments had passed in
between? It did not know.</p>
<p>Beyond the asteroids, far in the distance, it could make out vague shapes.
Amongst them, one it almost recognised - a segment of a shattered sphere. The
ship recognised the ocean, now spilling into the black of space. It had once
felt the mist from that ocean, many years ago. It would not skim that ocean
again.</p>
<p>It slowly became aware of the structure - gargantuan, black, looming in the
dark. It hung weightlessly above what was once the ship&rsquo;s home, barely visible,
quietly consuming the remains. Methodically, mechanically, it tore through the
wreckage, scattering crumbs into the void - rocks, dust, fragments of what once
was.</p>
<p>The ship found itself drifting in silence surrounded by what looked like
asteroids.</p>
<p>There was no asteroid belt here before.</p>
]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Wealth</title><link>https://icle.es/2007/05/02/wealth/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2007 16:13:06 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://icle.es/2007/05/02/wealth/</guid><description>&lt;blockquote>
&lt;p>💡 &lt;strong>Note&lt;/strong>&lt;br>
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007&lt;/p>&lt;/blockquote>
&lt;p>All the riches in the world,&lt;br>
Diamonds, jewels and gold.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Palaces with a thousand servants,&lt;br>
Gardens with a million roses,&lt;/p>
&lt;p>All the luxuries that money can buy,&lt;br>
Or the ones that money cannot buy.&lt;br>
Even to be a star,&lt;br>
admired and loved by all.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>None of this (if I had it) would compare,&lt;br>
not even a little bit,&lt;br>
to the happiness I feel,&lt;br>
Every time I see you smile.&lt;/p></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote>
<p>💡 <strong>Note</strong><br>
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007</p></blockquote>
<p>All the riches in the world,<br>
Diamonds, jewels and gold.</p>
<p>Palaces with a thousand servants,<br>
Gardens with a million roses,</p>
<p>All the luxuries that money can buy,<br>
Or the ones that money cannot buy.<br>
Even to be a star,<br>
admired and loved by all.</p>
<p>None of this (if I had it) would compare,<br>
not even a little bit,<br>
to the happiness I feel,<br>
Every time I see you smile.</p>
]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Adventure</title><link>https://icle.es/2007/05/02/adventure/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2007 16:13:02 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://icle.es/2007/05/02/adventure/</guid><description>&lt;blockquote>
&lt;p>💡 &lt;strong>Note&lt;/strong>&lt;br>
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007&lt;/p>&lt;/blockquote>
&lt;p>make me happy,&lt;br>
make me sad,&lt;br>
make me calm,&lt;br>
make me angry.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I love you not for who you are,&lt;br>
I love you not for how you make me feel,&lt;br>
I love you for the adventure we embark upon.&lt;/p></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote>
<p>💡 <strong>Note</strong><br>
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007</p></blockquote>
<p>make me happy,<br>
make me sad,<br>
make me calm,<br>
make me angry.</p>
<p>I love you not for who you are,<br>
I love you not for how you make me feel,<br>
I love you for the adventure we embark upon.</p>
]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>A Thousand Lives</title><link>https://icle.es/2007/05/02/a-thousand-lives/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2007 16:12:59 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://icle.es/2007/05/02/a-thousand-lives/</guid><description>&lt;blockquote>
&lt;p>💡 &lt;strong>Note&lt;/strong>&lt;br>
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007&lt;/p>&lt;/blockquote>
&lt;p>I have lived a thousand lives,&lt;br>
through countless millenia.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>And now that I have met you,&lt;br>
whats another few days,&lt;br>
another few months,&lt;br>
another few years,&lt;br>
or a few more lives,&lt;br>
for us to fall in love.&lt;/p></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote>
<p>💡 <strong>Note</strong><br>
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007</p></blockquote>
<p>I have lived a thousand lives,<br>
through countless millenia.</p>
<p>And now that I have met you,<br>
whats another few days,<br>
another few months,<br>
another few years,<br>
or a few more lives,<br>
for us to fall in love.</p>
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