Morning of the 10th of May

For certain is death for the born
And certain is birth for the dead;
Therefore over the inevitable Thou shouldst not grieve.
These past days I have been as air, and as air I have let the breeze take me where it will. I have stretched far enough that I have seen day dawn and night descend, the spectrum of white to blue to ( Read more... )

“When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.”

Monday, 3 May, afternoon
The CarnivalIt has been some time since I wore this little child's body, a pretty empty vessel. I find some relief in it, ( Read more... )

[Early evening, day 327, Friday, April 27]
[Nearby the tower]Been thinkin' 'bout what Simon told me fer th'past couple days. Zann wuz m'main concern, but folk told me't Genny'd gone t'see'er, an'I figure't wuz best t'let'em work thin's out ferra bit first. An'n th'meantime, been thinkin' a lot 'bout what'e said 'bout th'Psycho Monster'n me ( Read more... )

The Market, late morning
Saturday, April 17

Another Saturday dawns bright and lovely.  I suppose I should be working in my own shoppe, but Romana is there, and has proven herself more than capable of running it.  I suppose we should sit down and discuss the direction her employment will take soon, for she was only meant to be temporary part time ( Read more... )

Revelation can be more perilous than Revolution.
- Vladimir Nabokov

Wednesday's child is full of woe;
Thursday's child has far to go.
- Proverb

Friday afternoon, the Miskatonic cafe

The hours have slipped away like sand through fingers (am I a falcon), and in the great space of myself I watch things tumble outward and outward, ripples without ( Read more... )

It's possible I'm moving through the hard veins ( Read more... )

[Morning of Thursday, April 15 (day 319)]
[Where the gears turn]It's raining, and I've got a tarp up--not over and on it, but up above it, so the moving air could let the thin mist of rain film around it. I think it'll be okay, actually, here and now, although if the rain gets harder then Hux and Jay and Silence are going to have a bit of a time ( Read more... )

"I can endure my own despair but not another's hope."
William Walsh

Early hours of TuesdayI said I would not wear this body again. But in the end there was no shell better, not for this ( Read more... )

Saturday lunchtime, the marketplace

FAUSTUS. Now tell me what saith Lucifer, thy lord?

MEPHIST. That I shall wait on Faustus whilst he lives,
So he will buy my service with his soul.
It is the kind of spring day that has men walking with their hands in their pockets, smiles on their faces, a day when women go out to buy bread and come home with ( Read more... )

Tuesday March 16th
Later evening, The Dormouse

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"No, love."

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"I am not cold, really."

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"I want to be outside."  I sigh, pulling the comforter closer around me, shivering in my nightgown but enjoying the night air and the starry sky.   Needed a change after the last two days in bed.

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