<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2026 13:17:07 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@autrielle/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Nihilistic Existential Depression]]></title><description><![CDATA[It isn't that I'm depressed, or going through an existential crises, or that I'm morbidly nihilistic, right now. It's that I'm just . . . done. I found my answers to the big philosophical life questions,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@autrielle/nihilistic-existential-depression</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@autrielle/nihilistic-existential-depression</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[autrielle]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 23 Dec 2019 14:27:30 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bored Passenger]]></title><description><![CDATA[I'm bored of the scenery, the looks There's only seven story books Written for children, with basic plots How can this be all that was brought? I yearn for more, and yet I fear A Turn of the next page,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@autrielle/bored-passenger</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@autrielle/bored-passenger</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[autrielle]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 14 Dec 2019 08:06:57 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Introduction]]></title><description><![CDATA[I probably should have done this post before the others, but I think it follows my unique pattern of unorthodox behavior. I'll be fairly blunt, up front, and honest as I can be without revealing too many]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/introduction/@autrielle/introduction</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/introduction/@autrielle/introduction</guid><category><![CDATA[introduction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[autrielle]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 13 Dec 2019 12:35:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sometimes Always]]></title><description><![CDATA[" S o m e t i m e s A l w a y s " T h i s i s m y s t u d i o , w h e r e I w o r k . Y o u ' r e w e l c o m e t o l o o k a r o u n d , t a k e a t o u r . I l e a s e t h e s p a c e w i t]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@autrielle/sometimes-always</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@autrielle/sometimes-always</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[autrielle]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 12 Dec 2019 22:21:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Microfiction Futurescape]]></title><description><![CDATA[It was a Thursday afternoon in April on Mars. Last Thursday, to be precise. Autumn, when the chill air was harshest, with scattered tornadoes across the hilly plains. The burnt ombre and rust red dust]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@autrielle/microfiction-futurescape</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@autrielle/microfiction-futurescape</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[autrielle]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2019 18:41:39 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>