riverrun, she said. I don't know what it means, but I don't want to forget it. Maybe I ought to worry more about why, about what it means to be here-- what the cost might be-- but it's hard to care, knowing where I might be otherwise. What I might be... It's bad enough, being reminded by the stillness... but... I'll take that, over being a ( Read more... )

[Voice | Accidental]

[There's a quiet sound of pages rustling... And if you listen closely, a soft voice. Neil is reading poetry to himself, because there's nothing else he can do, today... No one sees him, no one seems to hear him. He's got no idea that he's recording.]

Their spirits beat upon mine ( Read more... )