In her house hung a portrait of her and a tentacled god titled “Not a dream a reality”
Not a dream a reality
I get it — repetitions of themes can lead to a sort of metaphysical fugue state — when the tropism is a singular
I get it
Even though we didn’t experience it as it was happening — we still wanted it to break up and end
experience it as it is happening
The roof of one world is the floor of another
One World!
One of my biggest regrets is I didn’t have enough time to spin story worlds for my daughter — to be fair I wouldn’t have been around for the aftermath — and she was taught wicked practicality at an early age
Would I lie to you?
After not getting enough sleep last night — my thoughts are fractured coming out at odd angles — this is the way it is
The Way it is
This started out as a story about when I realized how radically different world views could be — but instead — due to the circumstances it became this
I guess it all worked out in the end — same results different method
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