The Last Sky
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The Last Sky
"We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality. We sleep in a long reproachful dust against ourselves. We are full to the gorge with our own names for misery. Life, the pastures in which the night feeds and prunes the cud that nourishes us to despair. Life, the permission to know death. We were created that the earth might b
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or A balm for death (entropy)
Idea about black sand and time. Starts with holding a handful of black sand and with it relaxed fingers lets it slip through. As more sand accumulates person grows more and more panicked trying to collect the sand in their hand. Eventually falling to the floor to pull a pile toward them. The
... See moreThough the things of the world were strong with me still. Such as, for example: a gaggle of children trudging through a side-blown December flurry; a friendly match-share beneath some collision-tilted streetlight; a frozen clock, bird-visited within its high tower; cold water from a tin jug; toweling off one’s clinging shirt post–June rain. Pearls,
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