First Post

[wittgens]

A towering pavilion of light stands before me. Its brilliance lies not in its intensity but in its shimmering waves, a thousand secrets muttered in a million tongues crashing over my body in the form of photons. I can feel its glory and its age seeping through my skin, and I know I am meant to bow. To break. This thing expects no mere man to behold

Comments

[yuenmei]

Hi! It's Fabulist!

[yuenmei]

Also, I'm really intrigued by the way this story ends... is the MC still drunk? Or was his fantasical vocabulary earlier perhaps accurate for what is going on? You should write and post more!

[wittgens]

Thank you so much for the encouraging words. I'm not really sure what more I would write, though. Writing stuff on livejournal was an idea designed to get me out the reverse culture shock induced funk I was in at the time. Could be worth writing some more though. There's always some level of funk to be gotten out of, after all.

[yuenmei]

Reverse culture shock funk? Home from Japan?