remember all the rituals i created? one: only ever drink coffee righthanded. (preferably on a monday, whilst wearing purple nail polish) two: only appraise your appearance in a broken mirror. (this way you have to learn to look past flaws) three: you need whimsy. (remember to keep doors unlocked, partially unscrewed: the better to usher in… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 8 (superstition)
excavations begin, mining underway. digging deep to find you in the vestiges of old memory. it's trickier than anticipated. these files should be here, somewhere, but they're hard to locate. your indignation at this slight is not necessary. perhaps you should be here somewhere - you are not. eyes faded and voice little more than… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 7 (tricky)
silent observer, are you tired yet? let me help you tell your story. here, you saw the couple: young. in love. arguing and making up. there, a girl trailed through the rain - let the bus splash water at her feet. and here you saw thousands of people going about life. speak, please - sorry,… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 5 (a street’s memoir)
Good evening, all. I've come to realize that I have the sort of brain that secretly stores things away for future reference. For instance, the fun new thing my mind is doing: the fan-fiction. Years ago, I read one fic. And then I read it maybe a second time, because I felt like it. Last… Continue reading Stellar and Lunar: 4 February
ignore it. if you do so, it will - well, no, it won't go away. it will accrue dust, an interest of memory to be paid. (indemnify? why no, it shan't)
watch here: wipe the dust away, wash clean the glass. wait five minutes. this is how we restore memory. (why wait, after all?)
she watches the room. it's moving slowly, barely even noticeable. sometimes she sees the mirror and each time remembering herself becomes a little more difficult.