that is so sad! It was beautifully written. Sorry I really don't know how to say this, but it has this immense emotion that is forced to remain unexpressed as the statues can't do anything. It seems like everything is building up into this powerful tension that finally breaks out in the storm, but afterwards everything seems more hopeless than before. I really liked it, but what prompted it?
I'm a writer. I live in Portland, Oregon and I'm from South Africa. Things I love the smell of: coffee, chamomile, gasoline, and sun screen. Things I love the taste of: butter, butter, butter, and wine. Things I love to snuggle: cats, thick towels, and my friends when I'm drunk. Secret pleasures: conducting imaginary orchestras as I drive to Wagner or Beethoven, reading the last sentence of every book before I start reading the book, lying on hot concrete right as it starts raining and just breathing in the petrichor. I don't know if I still believe in love, but I think that will just make it all the more exciting if it does finally fall on my head out of the sky. In the meantime, and when I'm not doing all of the aforementioned things, I write. This is where I put the things I write so that when (not if) my computer crashes I will still have them. Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate. You have been warned.
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that is so sad! It was beautifully written. Sorry I really don't know how to say this, but it has this immense emotion that is forced to remain unexpressed as the statues can't do anything. It seems like everything is building up into this powerful tension that finally breaks out in the storm, but afterwards everything seems more hopeless than before. I really liked it, but what prompted it?
ReplyDeletegood story, very sad! well written, especially the first paragraph.
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