Notes
A collection of my prose (naturally paginated, ie. you'll find the oldest post is on the first page and not the last, and so on).
Less is More 15 November 2023
Chapter I I reached the island two months ago. The ship was only half afloat by the time we made shore, and we were filling with water faster than we could bail it. Even the words "made shore" seem an incredible euphemism, in retrospect. "Spilled ourselves onto the shoals ...
A Smoking Room in New York 15 November 2023
I knew, the first time I thought of it, that I could live my whole life in those few moments. It is nighttime, after a brief rain, and the streets glisten. A nondescript brick building stands on the west side of new York. It is one of those buildings a novice artist always places on a street corn ...
I Wouldn't Say So 15 November 2023
It was almost cold enough to put them off their walk. Davis and Gareth walked side by side, at an even pace except where the snow had collected into small puddles on the sidewalk. The moon was well in its prime, and glistened high up, reflecting off the wet leaves. "Well?" asked Davis. ...
Sonder 15 November 2023
There was even a word for it... it began with an 's', he presumed. Ah, yes. Sonder. Far more more than the word, though, it was what the word described that he sought. Sommersby kept walking, for lack of a pleasant enough coffee shop. Perhaps it was the day's weather or his mood, b ...