i feel like i’m in a real-life black mirror episode with the titanic sub.
the plot i’d imagine:

“Oceangate submersible, Titan, loses communication with the surface, leaving the crew stranded and cut off from the outside world. Panic ensues both inside the submarine and among the public following the expedition’s progress through live-streamed footage and real-time updates about their impending death on social media.”

i have a few thoughts after deep diving (no pun intended) into this story…

– they are all dead,
either this morning or yesterday.
i don’t believe in the implosion theory.
if the sub did implode,
the boat above them would have known.
you can’t miss an implosion.
not only that,
that sub has had issues on past dives so they probably thought nothing of it.
there wouldn’t have been all this commotion over an implosion. 
so i fully believe they were down there,
somewhere,
and died in the most horrific way possible due to time running out.

– even though some of the jokes on twitter were funny:

Doesn’t it feel like poor taste to be counting down when people died?

the lack of chill that social media has is crazy to me.
it feels karmic tho.
those folks making jokes better hope they aren’t next up for review.
you know past tweets have done folks in during their future selves.

– the CEO of oceangate,
stockon rush,
was 100% hyena.
the number of things he did,
said,
and avoided was wild to me.
he fired people because they told him the truth about alla this.
i know those same people are getting ready to spill the beans.
he couldn’t tell my black ass he was gonna bring me 12k feet underwater using this:

a fuckin’ logitech controller.
out of control(ler).
his whole being was sketchy and talked like a used car salesman.
he was like the grifters that many folks are drinking koolaid from.
thats a whole other story tho.

– every single time that sub went down there,
there were issues.
i feel like the souls at that sunken graveyard brought them to their final doom.
they wanted to see the titanic so bad,
welp,
now they are part of that world.

“i wanna be where the ghouls are…
i wanna see, i wanna see em swimming…
swimming around on that, what do you call it?
rust bucket…”

– some white folks are on a different type of time.
i highly doubt black folks would even go down there.
i watched this documentary about a past trip they did and was confused:

Take Me To Titanic from Paul Mullen on Vimeo.

the vixen in this documentary got on my nerves.
“i wanted to see it up close because i thought it was a myth”
A MYTH?!
it’s not like this was following a rainbow to find the pot of gold.

This is a real-life historical tragedy that has been well documented

she wasn’t going to find gold heirlooms of her lost relatives.
these folks were risking their lives to see rusted “nothingness”.
the damn thruster on the sub nearly had them stuck down there too.
if i do down there,
i better see fuckin’ ariel.
the black one.

– lastly,
this is fascinating to people because it leaves so many questions.

why would rich people get into a tin can that look like a vibrator?
were they alive and clawing each other eyes out all this time?
what did it smell like in there after all the panic vomits and anxiety shits?
how did the 19-year-old cope with all of this?
did his father feel like a real asshole bringing him down there?
did they kill the ceo after they realized it was over?

yes,
other incidents have happened but this incident made the most noise.
not to mention,
all of the dastardly doings that are being revealed about this company.
the people love a scandal.

whenever they drop this movie,
i’m gonna be right in that seat.
i need to see all this stupidity and yolo-ness on the big screen.

This is literally “fucked around and found out”.

i hope their final moments weren’t as wild as i imagine.

lowkey: 1912 ghouls meeting 2023 ghouls.
i cannot even fathom these people are part of history.