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Wednesday, July 31, 2024

One Year Ago Today

Recounted Long After
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Concord
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Love you Babe,
-K

Tuesday, July 30, 2024

The day you played the Hemlock Tavern, in 2007, I was on plain clothes duty at a concert with the surviving members of the Doors and The Guess Who, in Florida. 

Anethra


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Monday, July 29, 2024

[GR&SB] Book II: FRUITFUL

Anethra Dreams of Daisa
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Natural Bee Hive Layout

Sunday, July 28, 2024

I know that you are all this, and more, Love.
This is the Marissa I adore.

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Saturday, July 27, 2024

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PREVIEW: Midnight Star
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Landmaster Concern Princessa
(The Wide Roaming Lands)
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Friday, July 26, 2024

[GR&SB] [Telecommunications] [Zhakbalt]

Zhakbalt
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My Love


[Repost]

Industriousness was part of my reason to come up and see you in person.
It's a pity that we never had that long, unchaperoned conversation, across from each other, as we had been, outside.

My proposals, never heard.

There's still time: LINK, give me a call.
🖤

Wood You? ;)

Thursday, July 25, 2024

An Offering
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Wednesday, July 24, 2024

 Piper's Tune

Use CHORDS to Write MELODIES



The Hissing of Summer Lawns 

I'm not a dog person, but this one is adorable. 

Wrapped-up in a Pink Bow
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2022-

July 7th quit my no-future job on base.
Go home, see Marissa Nadler tour dates, tickets on sale.
Purchase a ticket for which date?  There are closer ones, but my hand won't move the mouse.  I get a moment of insight, and with a soft smile, shyly, I buy September 4th: Nashville.
I think, 'if nothing else, it will be an adventure; nothing ventured, nothing gained.'  I go to sleep.

2023-

July 7th my second day of training.
I step barefoot onto a bee and get stung.  I am told to go to work anyway.
I complete my paperwork, assignments, and general tour of my rounds.  I'm beginning to feel weak and disoriented, but begin my first solo tour.
I fall in a room where the light does not turn on for seconds after the door is open.  This room also has a hazard with yellow-black safety tape which I do not see until I have fallen, broken my nose, and can feel gravelly bits on my kneecap, under my skin.
I wander about, dazed -- concussed -- and am found by a secretary.
I'm brought to the front desk and repeatedly told to report the incident, but I don't, because -- I'm concussed and can't think of anything but my duty.  And Marissa.

2024-

July 7th.
My Blog, this blog: Blue room.  History of the Sling.  Rule of Three.  [ Patreon Content ].  🔥🔥

2025-

July

     :: I hope for better things, for both of us.

Love,

Tuesday, July 23, 2024

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Hey, Love, its a rainy day, regardless, yeah? :P
💞

Monday, July 22, 2024

Black Weaver Mother Superior with child
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[Branding Power] [Red Sisters]

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Love you

[AULDGORY]

Jess' usin' it for my chores, pa!
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Sunday, July 21, 2024

Love, what do you think about these two as the palette of a new series?



 

I think it has been 30 years since I last heard MINISTRY's, The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste.
I'm correcting that as I write this.
This and Skinny Puppy's entire discography prepared me for Witch House's content, which is like easy-listening in comparison to those two.

The Mind is in second-place for those stress-relieving albums, after Misfits' Earth AD.

Marissa,
I hope that whatever you are going through right now, you realise that I love you and want you to be happy.

Saturday, July 20, 2024



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Hall of Mirrors

Wanton
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Friday, July 19, 2024

[Art]

Mirrored, and Yet, Unseen
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_Simple Truth_(C) KSE

[excerpt]

your elusive spell,
like alchemy...well, my efforts
are but lead to your gold.

Such simple phrases pleasure
in my hearing, your words ring.
The cleverness of unexpected
turns of phrase and rhyme-break
sucked me in.

...and well, I hold you in such
high esteem, not by hypotheticals,
but years and hundreds of songs
which you have lovely sung.

[] Your beauty you may style
[] Your playing you practised long hours
[] Your voice developed with skill
But that wordplay and emotive force
that's inborn gift, my
Love. 

Aetheric Paths
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Silent sensual Sounds Sublime
Strings vibrate, oscillating sine
Shadows cast in bowed lines

Show me where they go:
fingers poised, under control
defining sight, and lo!
wending echoes flow...

Mirrored playing shows
places they're just so.

[BRIDE OF SET]
SUZANNAH
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[After a fashion, Donovan-like]

Oh, Suzannah, sannah dear
you were my first
oh Suzannah, lying here
in the grass, jackrabbits passed
so very near, and sister dear
lies down with us, the sun so clear.

Peter'shedge on River VVeser
Down the way from Charlemagne's
river tower of olden days
Oh, Suzannah, sannah dear
you were my first

Thursday, July 18, 2024

Photography













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Camera Obscura

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Hey, Babe,
I love you. 

Wednesday, July 17, 2024

The Stones

Anita Carter

Flooded Ruins
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[AULDGORY]

Wounded Veteran Returned from the Erazertus Edge Campaign 
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Tuesday, July 16, 2024

Yes, Darling, I still love you.
Let's meet and go from there.
Animals Circling & Eyes Confirming.

-K 

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Excerpt:
 
Green Ruins & Shallow Blues: Book II: FRUITFUL
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They emerged beneath a great apple tree with a trunk whose diameter astounded Dinah.  The tiny speckles of starlight which painted the ground a golden white colour caught and fixed her attention.
"Is this apel ?"
She nodded absently, heard the loud crisp cleave of the fruit's white meat.  Wore a strange expression for a moment, a hint of a whisper of a tale about death's entry into The World.

A hairy man, whose face was half-hidden in shadow, bore wolf-blue eyes.  He was Silver's height, more  or less.  The man, cocoa-cinnamon-dusted skin-tone, his hair, orange,
"Come here, woman!"

Dinah tried to laugh it off, to diss him, but found that the power drew her to him.

"Kneel before me!"

She did, him obeisance, and ...more.

She felt him in her; abstract -- unwanted.  Clawed her way; dragged back; her head struck -- a swat, but with promise of more and worse to come should she--
Hair at crown pulled up as he thrust against her with mockery,

"I know you hate this!  Ha!  Stupid witch, you'll never --"
Her straight-punch was deflected by Silver, who then tenderly put his other paw of a hand atop hers,
"Dinah, Red Sister...  Is all well with you?"

Glittered silver went orange in his red eyes.

She felt violated.  Clutched her clothes and effects to her and looked about in fear-tinged disorientation.
...
Diminished, then.
"Had anything happened while I was ...under?"
-- "No, Sister."
...
-- "Had your brother, Lord Carthy, upon you some ill-spell cast?"
Had he?
"I -- I -- Very good idea, Silver.  Let me investigate further; I'll have my eyes closed."
-- "Mine are open."
She snorted a smile.

Very unlike.


Lybrti's Daughter
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Monday, July 15, 2024

Sunday, July 14, 2024

 Carole 2

Carole

It just dawned on me, I have a 16-year anniversary.
I won the Story Award on Michael Moorcock's website in that era, and even Mike liked it.
Eleventh Hour of the Soul
Only about 78,000 words, but still, -- it was the best thing I'd written to that point.

Funny how time gets away from you 

Speed Drawing
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Create OIL PAINT Effects with ACRYLICS

Love,
-K

Faces on Film 

Sleepover

Saturday, July 13, 2024

Finland 2022
Photographer Unknown

 

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Travel Account: Marissa Nadler, The EXIT, September 4th, 2022

Friday, July 12, 2024

AULDGORY

Xaviinjan Sisters: the second wears the Arasoya, while the Green is a Jungle-Intelligence 'Root-Tapper'
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[Repost] [Travel]

Travel Ramble and How it Relates to URUTSK


Love you Marissa

___ZYX6ZYX

Thursday, July 11, 2024

[AULDGORY] [The Ancient Domains] [Xaviinja & The Pink Zone]

Yewandem!
The madness gripped every living thing
...All was blood and madness...
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Who Scared You?

SETANKHATEN: The Black Dawn

 

[Update] [Lyrics]

BRIDE OF SET
2ND^SET
BLACK FLAME
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Since it came over me, ain't been the same
Like a long-ago friend, returned, reframed.
Constant pressure for me to Grey
----------Dark chorus of severi-ty
...and all I can say is: -- 'I like me this way.'

"The Plan" and much more; the path has grown clearer
Am I entangled, with my dark quantum sister?
Does apotheosis now hinge -- upon her answer?

I'm all-in, -- regardless, my friend;
Could never return, without Everything
Let my reach exceeed my grasp, --if -- needs --be;
Yet, let me see, -- nay, let it be me:
-- The Black Dawn: --Setankhaten.

Together (or apart) let my hands find the tiller:
Reforge the Mythic, let the days blur together
The surviours of Sunder, all left better,
While great ruins crumble --and, smoulder.

Four seasons all in turn, let Bison hunts return;
the Continent wild, civilisation re-conquered.
Let liminal rites, adult Humans-make:
Ruins, their trial-space --rank,
Tokens they collect there, for fablesake.

That SET gave me this Gift while my blood
yet flows: too much is left unsaid, and undone.
:: My fellow Americans, and my Human friends:
We've so much to accomplish: -- it just never ends.

Our need for deep change: -- we can't stay the same:
The Red Reign, is companion -- to the Black Flame.

[] NOTES-

 o     Written during my trip to Tennessee (2022).
 o     Amended 11th July, 2024.


 

Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Pappy and Harriet's
June 23rd 2024

Since I respect you so much: G-d knows, you may as well be, YHVH Katan ,as far as my devotion to you goes, -- I have not told you one important fact.

On September 4th 2022, having arrived early, as I have written before, I had the venue confused and went into a diner to ask clarification.

It was there that [he] and I met.
While he was flirting with me, I was trying to be polite with him and asked again about the venue, and your drummer/bassist/go-to guy was the first to correctly point-out that it was, in fact, the EXIT, across the street.
This other guy, who I would later realise was [your partner], was still piling it on and almost getting in my face, when I declared, very coldly, that,

"I'm here for Marissa."

well, the light in his eyes disappeared, and he grew... bitter-cold towards me, with that particular smile that he has, you know the one -- and just bore in to me with his eyes.

I blew that off, not knowing who he was, and I crossed the street to then meet you.
When you were off to flit about and tell people whatever had just come to mind, before you returned with the smoke, I looked over and saw you two speaking.  He was not a fan of what you were telling him.  I think you two maybe even had a few words, before you returned and we smoked together, and your chair broke, but not only didn't you fall, but you held on strong, right across from me, and saved yourself the embarrassment.  I was beginning to feel the effects you had warned me of, and when you looked across the table at me, your look of astonishment that I hadn't rushed to your side, was tempered by my expression of supreme admiration -- as well as my eyes of love.

Beyond meeting your friends [f] and [m], [m] who had been very kind to me, you made time to chat, touch base, and as I have written, get noticed and see if I was in fact responding to your absolutely fking killer moves -- and I was LOCKED onto you:

"Her Eyes! Her Eyes!, smoulder-burning
Magnetic, animals circling
Ankle shown, bent, eyes confirming
"

...whew...

So, anyway, I made a deliberate effort not to look up at you as you performed, and when afterwards, he put his hands on your hips, and you got upset, he turned you and said something about my gaze during the show -- I knew we were in for a bumpy-road.

Our Zoom sessions really weren't lessons, as you have said, but brief, monthly conversations where we both exercised a lot of self-editing, implied language, and special looks or unconscious tells...

During one, the one where you received both, Klytus & Kala, and, Black Rabbit; towards the very end of the call, he, off camera, said something to you which kind of freaked you out a bit, and I tried to reassure you that what he had said, about you, in relation to those two songs, didn't matter to me, but I was never sure if you had heard me before the connection dropped.  What he said about you still doesn't matter to me; I have made a conscious decision to love you, regardless.

So, yes, Love, I'm five years older than he, and my son is older than his, by far, but I think you will concede that I'm rather vivacious and ...tenacious, and that I love you with all my heart.

It's like that line from GATTACA:

'how did you win all those [swimming contests]?'
-- 'I never saved anything for the swim back.'

Profound love for you, Marissa,
HaShem willing, I'll be around, and we'll start writing those songs, together.

-Kyrinn

p.s.: Hearing you play and sing, MORSYLPH, is one of my fondest memories; Love you,


BRIDE OF SET

MORSYLPH
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Wind-kissed hill:
of verdant green.
Grey clouds gather
to wash me clean.

Long blades sway:
the breath bellows;
as first drops fall,
and the mood mellows.

Horizon sounds in rumbles,
rain-stabs like icy-daggers,
grass-slick makes-stumble,
'Christina's World', I stagger.

Suddenly! above my body,
--I survey the land,
caressed by clouds:
Fallen Angel's hand.

Lightning flash etched upon
rivulet-bed eyes of mine.
F!$t high in unheard song
-'Morsylph,-I, -not Undine!'

The mood de-mellows
as last drops fall;
now a breezy breath in
which long blades sway...

Grey clouds gathered--
that washed me clean,
upon a verdant, wind
-kissed hilly scene.

---

NOTES-

 o    I of III

---

post-.post-.script.: That third one is all about you...and me

OXO

I thought this was a nice, brief and meaningful, interview, and wanted to share it.
LINK

This is part of her performance at that show.
LINK


Tuesday, July 9, 2024

While you are not only her, you are still the 'babe on the bed' to me, Marissa.
Rosary.



Monday, July 8, 2024

Like your smile,
It's Electric!

[Art]

The Game of Princes
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[Excerpt] [Fiction] [Green Ruins & Shallow Blues] [Prologue]

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BOOK II: FRUITFUL
PROLOGUE

At ground level, the towers of Alnavranath were much more impressive. Their tops were like stars which hovered over the ground fog which otherwise blanketed the first twenty paces of buildings. This accounted for the majority of those structures at the outskirts, abutting the cliff face. Runoff had carved deep channels of now calcified, or iced-over runnels tens or hundreds of paces deep.

zZ"Careful, those calve off and anybody lost down one is ever seen again; that water itself is a death sentence."Zz

Mawzer knew this approach, and still, she had to study the lay of the land as it was now, and for the fog. Makeshift foot bridges were dotted along the way, and with so many channels to cross, the process was time consuming. Down here, it was easily twice as cold as on the plateau which overlooked Alnavranath. As they entered the slums, Sasko was taken aback by the number of iced-over dead. Automatons, 'bots, were busy hauling them off to other bots which functioned as a combination conveyor belt and reclamation unit. The sound was duplicated block after block. Sasko felt eyes upon him, strange widely-spaced luminous gold, eyes peered at him from just over the bottom of a domicile's window, until a taller whatever called the little one away and the eyes disappeared. The dead, too, were mostly non-human, and those which most appeared humanlike were still decidedly different in significant ways: scales, webbed digits, black domed eyes, misplaced facial features, and more radical departures, still. Feminine faces with black lips who shared a water pipe bit and sidled each other to incite lasciviousness looked on alluringly, but said nothing directly to Sasko, who then felt Zandig in his mind. It was just a signal to go to the 'com-unit'

zZ"I imagine they are the same everywhere, no?"Zz
-- zZ"Those gentlemen were inviting you to partake in a gambling match; so, no. Keep out of trouble by assuming the worst, and for stars'sake, keep your blaster handy."Zz Sound advice anywhere, really.

Mawzer led him through the pale wall of nothingness via the amber lantern, but the further on they pressed, other lights began to compete in the white. It was so cold that if he were to stop moving, he could had easily fallen asleep on his feet. Once a second, brighter, amber lantern entered his field of vision, Sasko charged where last he knew Mawzer to be, and was relieved to see her puzzled expression grace her face. He took her arm in his, and she laughed. She led him faster, now, and handed him the lantern to hold. In short order, the two emerged into a bustling open air market of colourful lights, strange sounds, and voids in the fog where machines spun wildly in the air. Bots were everywhere. Some sold items from clear cloches atop them, others acted as hawkers to their masters' wares, still others congregated in rows three deep with cables which strobed in scintillating rainbowed colours as they seemingly drank the light from buildings which hosted these banks of ...power-troughs... for lack of a better word. Sasko felt the bumpkin of highest order here in this dazzling display of foreign civilisation.  
Further, he knew from the ridge, how small this market must be in comparison to the ones he could see from that distance; this a kiosk to those distant port cities, by way of example.

zZ"C'mon. We're here to secure a flop, a--" He nodded. Zandig smiled, yes, he also was a crook... Her smile widened beyond the confines of her mask, and he nodded again; his eyes beckoned for the entrance of a drinking establishment, and she led the way.

There was a foyer of sorts, blood and godsknew what else-stained, and no one left their coats there. It was merely cold inside, rather than frigid. Everyone wearing a coat was either Human-looking, or something as- or more delicate. Life forms with higher tolerance were often, but not always, furred creatures. The noise was loud and indistinct, but not as loud as he had thought, given the sheer number of patrons. Areas of the establishment served different aims, and clientele; dancers and oh--...

Sasko looked to stay near Mawzer, who had already pushed her way two deep into the queue for drinks from the living tender, while bots dispensed custom drinks all about the place. Some flew along seemingly prescribed routes, but others were walkers rather than rollers, and one which he saw had a mostly human appearance, if tall -- most of that being legs -- and a feminine face with a metallic shimmering makeup-like paint-job.
-- zZ"What do you wish to drink, human?"Zz
"Crisp ellap ale, or Redjack."

The machine looked on and then replied with a drink which rotated out on a disc from its central mass. It was in a ceramic-looking container, tapered, roughly hourglass-shaped. He took it and sniffed. It was sweet, but not too sweet, with spices. He sipped. Ah. Amazing; some sort of blend between the two; a warm spiced cider with tropical notes and something else, something incongruous -- it made him think of the colour blue, and of sweet effervescent acid and coldness.

"Oh! I like this very much. What is it called for for future ...reference?"
-- "A mug of Morgenstern. That will be--"
--- "On my tab; here, scan:" Zander, her cheeks already red and her eyes a bit unfocused, happy.
-- "My pleasure serving you." The thing walked away in such a fashion as to never rise or lower, and seemed incredibly stable.

"What could one of those do on the battlefield, I wonder?"

Mawzer's expression visibly saddened, she looked as if she would cry.

"Oh, no. I'm sorry Zandig. Mawzer, oh..." Sasko held up his drink and welcomed her into his embrace, which she accepted.
-- $"...so many dead...so many..."$

Sasko found an unoccupied seat, and upon her sitting there at his guidance, another was freed up, which he then sat. She mumbled incoherently, and between sniffles, drank her ruby-red elixir, the scent of which was like that of rosehip and jewelellap and what he imagined the aroma of the reddest of red 
wines must be like. As she lowered it to unsafe keel, Sasko took it from her and sniffed-, and then, sipped it. His mouth was aflame, and he had visions of forge-salamanders and penitent spirits amid flames of purification, while over and above that sea of fire was a storm-wracked slate-blue sea with a ship in process of wreck. As Sasko exhaled, he imagined that he saw green and yellow girls with glassy wings and scaled tunics fly from his mouth in a trail of glitter. He laughed and cried, and remembered his beloved dead: [rescinded] among them. He looked about him at all the partakers, and understood that these were more than mere draughts of alcohol; these drinkers had come to live a different life while here and able to pay for the experience --experiences. What would the effects be of a mixture of potions? He thought better of it, and still drank deeply of his Morgenstern. Again, the ship appeared in his vision, and the waves quenched both the heat in his mouth, and the image of the flames. The ship was wracked, but the young blonde tied to the prow sang such a beautiful song that the sea, although still terrible, calmed directly before the craft. His vision gained a moving focus which drew closer and closer to her face; her beauteous face. It was then that she took on more androgyne features and he saw that she held onto straps, rather than be bound by them. The face was more that of a beautiful man with hair of golden flames. Hys voice was like a choir accompanied by a band of players all in precise unison; and yet, there was some sense of melancholy and dissonance, as if each stanza sung was just slightly precipitous and rushed, as if spoken before silence robbed the figure its voice, forever. Hir eyes of black fell upon Sasko and the sad smile turned wicked--

"Are you alright to walk? Sasko? Are you with me?"

Sasko could still smell the salt air, felt the waves; vomited and again, and just when he thought it over, a third time. Something red slithered off and flew away; it trailed smoke and chittered as it went.
-- "Oh gods! Get me out of here and to a meal and a bed. -- My head. My head!"

Mawzer empathised, and lugged him on her shoulder. Many others were in the same condition, and as new patrons entered, just as they had, bots cleaned the floors, towed away unclaimed unconscious or dead, and otherwise maintained the place in good order.

The cold woke him with a fright, but Sasko nodded in thanks. This was real. The bitter cold was real; it had been before he had entered that place, and it was here again, still. He nodded again and sobered more with each step.

zZ"What was that place?"Zz
-- zZ"Just another bar, why?'Zz

Sasko almost swore-off drink, but knew that would be a lie; he thought back to the figure on the ship and hir black eyes...
'Dabil Arasoya, temper me that I may master my desires.'

Mawzer looked on at him, frowned and then smiled sadly, and then nodded.

It was early light, and the fog was only more opaque for it. Sounds of industry which had been there all the time, droned on louder in his overhung brain. Sasko couldn't shake the singer's face, hir voice, the song out of time, not tune, hir eyes. He peered in deeper and felt lust and longing and love of life; those eyes of black... He almost screamed aloud as he remembered that what most bothered him was that of his reflection in those glossy orbs of jet.

Mawzer stopped, held him tight, bent him over as if he were to again vomit, but all he did was sigh and whine as he panted and sought to catch his breath. He knew that there was no time to waste, none at all.

"Let's be about our business -- we're on a tight schedule."

Zandig was about to try and calm him, but thought better of it: his emotions were of regulated panic; his concern about the time he had left to make something of his life; his one life.

All about them, thousands milled. Each block and again, over and over, as the city spread out to cover the horizon, millions and millions of lives ticked and whirred and clattered and hummed. Each but a lit match in the unconquerable darkness...

 

Sunday, July 7, 2024

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