Go, Allyson!

Allyson, I just had this perfect mental image of you and Ms. Vowell, just hanging and talking and getting progressively chattier as the conversation gets cooler and cooler.

Allyson, I just had this perfect mental image of you and Ms. Vowell, just hanging and talking and getting progressively chattier as the conversation gets cooler and cooler.

When this happens, I want to be sitting at the next table so I can shamelessly eavesdrop.

As on topic as it gets. What I did at two this morning.

If I get a response, I may write the second half of that title quote.

See Me, Feel Me...

Dear Joel:

There's a curtain. I've never known whether it was light-filtering or light-blocking; I didn't care, so long as it kept me safely out of view.

Not sure if we ever met, back in 1975

The music tore the curtain. It came pouring out, into the cracks in me, the parts that broke when we ended. I thought the cracks, touched with sound, would bleed. They did. They bled sunlight.

Anytime you want to share some mutual memories of him...

Cautious, I step out from behind the curtain. Maybe it won't kill me, after all.

...just let me know.

hee. I wish.

When this happens, I want to be sitting at the next table so I can shamelessly eavesdrop.

Personally, I'm holding out for the film rights.

Karl - wow, all those conflicting emptions, beautifully realized. It hurts to read in all the ways it should.

They bled sunlight.

is really getting to me right now.

A snippet from a short story I'm toying with:

The Gates of Hell

Everything was in place. The recordings were complete, his digital creations seamlessly interposed. He made the rounds, flipping on each projector, and again, tweaking alignment. Finally, he stood before the hologram, lost in wonder. Rodin’s sketches, realized in three dimensions, as they must have appeared in the artist’s imagination.

The damned souls trapped in the pillars seemed to writhe in his peripheral vision. His gaze was trapped by the three figures of Adam atop the Gates. They slowly swiveled until they were pointing directly at him. “Abandon all hope,” he thought as the Gates swung open.

Drabble 108

Nature of the Beast

Life is ever changing, and as malleable beings living this drama, so are we. Lovers, friends, husbands, babies, parents, careers, geography – these are all sources of continuous change within us. When we start excavating and digging into our hearts, to discover our own needs and wants, we make the biggest changes of all. And they are never clear until they are. It's hiding like a chameleon; in plain site. We sit here, or, at least, I’m sitting here, waiting for the outcome of the big plan to show itself. I’m anxious to see what it reveals. And I’m scared as hell.

Aims, that's marvellous. I'd likely change 'plain site' to 'plain sight,' unless you're intentionally punning. But it's got a lovely tingle of anticipation.

Bah, you are right. By which I mean, yes. I was punning.

t can't even convince self

And also, many thanks.