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I am looking at the stars. They are so far away. And their light takes so long to reach us. All we see of stars are their old photographs.

It is July, 1959, and I am in love.
Her name is Janey Slater. She is a physicist like me. I am 30 years old. We were introduced by a good friend of mine from college, Wally Weaver.

It is February 12, 1981. Wally dies of cancer which they now say I am the cause.
That night, Janey and I make love for the first time.
A month from now the accident awaits me.
I cross the room to the Intrinsic Field Center. I find my watch. When I get to the door, Wally is turning white.


It is May 12th, 1959, when I’m introduced to Janey. She buys me a beer - the first time a woman has done this for me. As she passes me the cold, perspiring glass….our fingers touch.

I feel fear for the last time. *accident occurs*

A token funeral is held. There is nothing to bury.
Janey frames the snapshot. It’s the only photograph of me anyone has.
A circulatory system is seen by the perimeter fence. A few days later, a partially muscled skeleton stands in a hallway and screams for a moment before vanishing.
*Jon re-emerges in the cafeteria*

——“Nations around the world still reeling from this morning’s announcement - possibly the most significant event in recent history. We repeat, the superman exists…and he is American.” ~news caster ———-

They call me Dr. Manhattan. They explain the name has been chosen for the ominous associations it will raise in America’s enemies. The marketing boys say I need a logo.
If I am to have a symbol, it shall be one I respect.
They are shaping me into something gaudy. Something lethal.

In January, 1971, President Nixon asks me to intervene in Vietnam - something that his predecessors would not ask. A week later, the conflict ends. Some of the Vietcong forces want to surrender to me personally.
Hollis Mason, a retired costume hero, writes a book. In it, he calls my arrival the “dawn of the superhero.” I am not sure if I know what that means.

——“You see, at the time, I was misquoted. I never said the Superman exists and he is American. I said God exists…and he is American. Now if you begin to feel an intense and crushing feeling of religious terror at the concept…don’t be alarmed. For that indicates only that you are still sane.” ~Wally Weaver——

It is Christmas, 1963. Janey tells me she is afraid and worried. She says I am like a God now. I tell her I don’t think there is a God, ‘and if there is, I am nothing like Him.’ I tell her I still want her…and that I always will.
As I lie to her, it is September 4th, 1970. I am in a room full of people wearing disguises. A very young girl looks at me and smiles.
She’s beautiful.
After each long kiss, she plants a smaller, gentler one upon my lips - like a signature.
Janey accuses me of chasing jailbait. She bursts into angry tears, asking if it’s because she’s getting older.
It’s true.
She’s aging more noticeably every day………while I am standing still.

I prefer the stillness here.
I am tired of Earth.
These people.
I’m tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

They claim their labors are to build a heaven, yet their heaven is populated with horrors.

Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it is, has been, and always will be. A clock without a craftsman. It’s too late.
Always has been,
always will be,
too late.

This will forever be my favorite scene in any movie and is the reason part of it is tattooed on my arm. Both the book and film scene have depths in relation to time, space, perception, humanity, etc. that lots of people don’t even comprehend. Alan Moore is a brilliant bastard.

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Blackwork designed and tattooed by Leah Williams in Denver, CO

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A memorial piece with mountain-scape and poem..

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Thanks to @kshocs for the stiff neck!! I’m so in love with it! Can’t wait for more! 💛

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