I have hit max capacity.
(708 words) When she first felt the horns, she thought she maybe had cancer. The hard little nubbins poking out of the top of her head didn’t seem to have any other explanation.
Re: the ever-ongoing conversation about the passage of time, I’d like to say: it weird.
In this age of immediate and plentiful entertainment no further away than the nearest screen, unintentional comparative literature is so easy you can trip into it.
Part 2 of 2 This particular adventurer was no grand exception to the stereotype, at least by her first impression.
It was never quite lonely at the library on the border between worlds. Yet a sense of deep alone-ness did pervade the labyrinthine shelves of well-thumbed volumes.
Words written since last week: around 2000
I don’t typically talk about current events or news on this blog, but the content of my weekly posts is primarily driven by what’s been preoccupying my thoughts, and after the past weeks of watching protesters rallying to demand an end to systemic racism in the US, it feels disingenuous to turn to something light or ramble on about myself.
Words written since last week: 1768
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