Everything Has a Cost, To Bring Silence, and Philosophical Metrics, Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 all feature Evran and Gleam. This story follows events seen in Abandon. "Teacher, Teacher, Teacher," Evran said, his foot bouncing jovially. He steepled his fingers, tapping their tips together as he had seen villains do in stage plays. "What a profound mess you've made of … Continue reading Teacher, Teacher, Teacher Pt. 1
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Just
Early morning, With the sun just risen over the horizon, And the sky tinted a faint blue-grey: This is the best time to be awake. With the air just cool, but not yet turned To cold And the birds, Who haven't yet fled, Singing This is the best time The trees Their leaves just turned … Continue reading Just
Self-Doubt
Sometimes, I get things right on the first try. More often than not, I do not. I don't know whether most people are this way, or whether people other than myself tend to succeed at things the first time. I guess I don't know for sure whether I've actually failed, sometimes, when I feel like … Continue reading Self-Doubt
Migraine
I had a migraine yesterday. I don't know if you're experienced with migraines, but they're quite unpleasant. I suppose that's both obvious and an understatement, but it's worth saying nonetheless. Before a migraine hits me, I get something called a migraine aura. In manifests in different ways for different people, but for me, it comes … Continue reading Migraine
Becoming, Part XV
Becoming, Part I Becoming, Part XIV Sometimes I still reflect back on that first meeting with Jorun, and I wonder whether it had more of an impact upon me that I first realized. He was the first human I had met who, upon seeing me for what I was, reacted not with fear, but with … Continue reading Becoming, Part XV
The Ring
He has a dream where he is bound to a ring. The ring moves, but he can never tell if it advances forward, rolling along a path, or whether it simply spins around one point, taking him back again and again to the same point of space from which he started. In the dream, the … Continue reading The Ring
Next Life
There are those in the world who make wishes, and those who grant wishes, and those who push through life according to their own power, believing that to be on either end of a wish is to be weak. I am not one of the latter. I know my own weakness. I have accepted it … Continue reading Next Life
A Letter from Rin
As a sort-of followup to yesterday's entry, here's a potential letter from Rin that may appear later. Tomás, My letters have always been important to me. They’re a part of who I am. They’re a part of my self-definition: I, Rin, have beautiful handwriting. That’s a fact that I accept about myself now, because I … Continue reading A Letter from Rin
“Letters,” Chapter 4
I've posted three excerpts from this work before: An Excerpt from Letters, or “After Her”; A Second Excerpt from “Letters”; and “Letters,” A Third Excerpt. I've also posted two entries that are related to, but not currently part of, that work: Dinner and An Entry from Birch’s Journal. “Do you want me to stay again tonight?” Birch asked. “I have to … Continue reading “Letters,” Chapter 4
Light
I like light. I like the beauty of it, and the way it brings beauty to other things. There is no day more pleasant to me than a cool day, with a gentle breeze, where the sun shines down unhindered onto green grass, giving it a vividness it would never know by itself. Today, on … Continue reading Light
Daydreams 