Hic Iacet Occam's Razor (LJi s8e9)

[cloworora]

Dead air coalesced with the murder holes between farmed pines, their trunks deftly delving into a rich stygian loam. The small pulp spaces between each row allowed for only glimpses of the sun's gleam. An outlying fragrance of wood smoke softly permeated the windows and doors of the roomy vehicle. The apricot vault of the heaven rained a bright

Comments

[basric]

I liked it. Nicely written.

[cloworora]

Thank you.

[sonophax]

Really excellent job of making the setting feel tangible... and the way in which you wrote their hopes being dashed really made my heart ache for them. I just wanted to give them a hug in the end.

Excellent job as always, sir.

[cloworora]

Thank you. I'm glad the sympathetic characters shined through in the final draft. The original draft, the two scientific researchers were very unrelatable. Jeremy's need to have his faith rewarded was a lot more unbelievable in the original draft as a 50-something year old photo-engineer. I reduced his age to show a corrupted naivety.

[lawchicky]

How tragic for them!

[cloworora]

Yes, but the debate is an ancient one, dating back to Plato's The Republic and his philosopher kings; is the truth of knowledge always worth the price paid? The Theory of Forms says yes, as it's the only reality.

[myrna_bird]

Wonderful color and imagery. :)

[cloworora]

I have fun playing with color and imagery. The scenes set here are very real, I think. It carries well.

[noodledays]

ah, so bittersweet. :o

[cloworora]

*puffs pipe* Quite.