Imaginary Gardens

You may think the past has something to tell you. You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out its whispers, should bend over backward, stoop down low to hear its voice breathed up from the ground, from the dead places. You may think there's something in it for you, something to understand or make sense of. But I know the truth: I know from the nights of Coldness. I know the pa...st will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It's hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone. Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do---the only thing---is run.

There is a certain amount of kindness, just as there is a certain amount of light,' he continued in measured tones. 'We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.

I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I’m in love with you.

greygirlbeast

Sometimes, I feel it's most important that people know and believe the truth – which is passion, but also no small degree of arrogance, to imagine I know such a thing. But other times, I feel it's best they believe whatever comforts them, regardless of my ideas of truth (and fact), so long as they do as little harm as possible. But that's pretty much the whole of the Law, isn't it? (Rhetorical question.)

Since we all came from a woman, got our name from a woman, and our game from a woman, I wonder why we take from women, why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think its time we killed for our women, be real to our women, try to heal our women, 'cause if we dont we'll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies, who make the babies. And since a man can't make one he has no right to tell a women when and where to create one.

• I've done a re-re-re-edit of TWSaM because my supervisor has been kind enough to give me the go-ahead on printing it out at the office and binding it all nice and spirally. \o/ Sure, when my parents get back they'll have my CreateSpace proof copy, but this one's got pictures.


• I've been doing a lot of listening to audiobooks lately - the house is very quiet. This weekend I got How to be a Pirate by CCressida and Whiteout by KFollet done, and soon I'll be able to start on the latest Sookie Stackhouse novel. Booooooks \o/


• I'm being quite crap at emailing people I ought to email.


• We can has gas bill. I need to figure out where that can be paid, and all that jazz. I know it involves a lot of standing in line and such, but the details are fuzzy.


• By gods, if I don't finish Walking Far From Home (fanvid) this week, cries of argh! will ensue.


• Although, creatively, this weekend was a win because while I still have two stories crying abandoned in a corner, I got the outlines down for one image I've been wanting to draw. Sure, the angle isn't what I wanted, but it's the best I can do without the appropriate references. Of course, I can't draw people to save my life, and my adding colour to things tends to ruin them, so I don't know how I'm going to get the vibrant colour motif I've got in my head down on paper... But at least we're exorcising the damn thing out.