mapthesoul-inspired fic.
universe at my grasp
epik high/mapthesoul family, tablo-centric, about the process of making mapthesoul bookalbum. kind of pretentious and shizz. i'm sure when tablo speaks of inspiration, this is not what he means to inspire, but whatever.
1.
Days get worn away in a haze of tasks and naps. A cup of coffee turns into a pot, a cigarette turns into a pack. Notes and sketches, ideas and plans, people to see, people to be, all just litter on his desk.
The weekend arrives, tired and hunched over way too spicy food, a sweet liquid to accompany it. He laughs, giggles into his fist. This is good, and the chili makes him feel a bit more alive. As long as you're with friends, deprivation doesn't really feel like deprivation.
You're not deprived so long as you have them.
He smiles. He really smiles.
2.
It's not a dream as much as it's reality; he's an island on a stormy sea, his vision rocking back and forth, here and there and all over, a boat about to tip over. Then he really falls asleep.
And he wakes up, huddled next to Mithra, grasping a hoodie sleeve like it's a lifeline.
3.
Language is a funny thing. His own mouth bounces back on forth on English syllables and Korean ones, but Mike's tongue is only slick over the surface of English syntax.
Mike's not bad; he's not fluent, either.
When Tukutz falls asleep in front of the whole team at a meeting and they scribble whiskers on him, there's no language needed. The world isn't contained in language, isn't limited by words and phrases.
He knows this. He's glad for it.
4.
The world isn't contained in language because if it was, there would be no her.
She takes away all of his words and plays on words and the most meaningful words, love and soul and passion and pen and feeling, feel inadequate for this situation, this that she's here. He's defenceless without his words. He's empty, he's fulfilled by her only.
She's just here.
"How are you?" she asks him. "Record keeping you busy?"
She smiles.
And then all of his words, all of his being flows back into him. And he's fine again.
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A/N: Obviously the girl is Tablo's girlfriend whose name I constantly forget. And Mike = MYK.
epik high/mapthesoul family, tablo-centric, about the process of making mapthesoul bookalbum. kind of pretentious and shizz. i'm sure when tablo speaks of inspiration, this is not what he means to inspire, but whatever.
1.
Days get worn away in a haze of tasks and naps. A cup of coffee turns into a pot, a cigarette turns into a pack. Notes and sketches, ideas and plans, people to see, people to be, all just litter on his desk.
The weekend arrives, tired and hunched over way too spicy food, a sweet liquid to accompany it. He laughs, giggles into his fist. This is good, and the chili makes him feel a bit more alive. As long as you're with friends, deprivation doesn't really feel like deprivation.
You're not deprived so long as you have them.
He smiles. He really smiles.
2.
It's not a dream as much as it's reality; he's an island on a stormy sea, his vision rocking back and forth, here and there and all over, a boat about to tip over. Then he really falls asleep.
And he wakes up, huddled next to Mithra, grasping a hoodie sleeve like it's a lifeline.
3.
Language is a funny thing. His own mouth bounces back on forth on English syllables and Korean ones, but Mike's tongue is only slick over the surface of English syntax.
Mike's not bad; he's not fluent, either.
When Tukutz falls asleep in front of the whole team at a meeting and they scribble whiskers on him, there's no language needed. The world isn't contained in language, isn't limited by words and phrases.
He knows this. He's glad for it.
4.
The world isn't contained in language because if it was, there would be no her.
She takes away all of his words and plays on words and the most meaningful words, love and soul and passion and pen and feeling, feel inadequate for this situation, this that she's here. He's defenceless without his words. He's empty, he's fulfilled by her only.
She's just here.
"How are you?" she asks him. "Record keeping you busy?"
She smiles.
And then all of his words, all of his being flows back into him. And he's fine again.
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A/N: Obviously the girl is Tablo's girlfriend whose name I constantly forget. And Mike = MYK.