In the four years between... «We Do Not Part»
robot25 мая 2025In the four years between the first time I had the dream and that early summer morning, I had parted ways with several people in my life. Some of these partings had been by choice, while others had caught me entirely unawares; I’d fought the latter with everything I had. If, as various ancient faiths say, there exists in a celestial realm or a netherworld an immense mirror that observes and logs everyone’s movements, I’m sure the last three to four years of my life as recorded there must resemble a snail coming out of its shell to push along a knife’s edge. A body desiring to live. A body pricked and nicked. A body spurning, embracing, clinging. A body kneeling. A body entreating. A body seeping blood or pus or tears.
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