Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one, a moment, in childhood, when it first occurred to you that you don't go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one's memory. And yet I can't remember it. It never occurred to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it, before we know that there are words,out we come, bloodied and squalling ... with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there's only one direction and time is its only measure.
*giggles* those last two seconds are the best last two seconds of anything. (i'm not exaggerating, what?) and aaaah you make such a perfect rosencrantz, with all the right thoughtful pauses and dramatic pronouncements of 'shattering' and soft descents into talk of words and compasses and i'm making flailing motions at the screen.
aww, you are so sweet and absolutely not exaggerating. that was my roommate who came in at the end and i'm the rosencrantz to her guildenstern. oh, oh, thank you so much, i tried to pause and actually think about it instead of just reading the words off the page and i think i succeeded. words and compasses and magnets spinning around each other make me so happy. i actually flailed a bit when i saw what you wanted me to read. so mutually assured flailing abounds.
i want to read more to you or babble about something, please!
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It sounds a bit tinny but I think it's really nice. Also, the last two seconds are probably my favorite.
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i want to read more to you or babble about something, please!
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