Such beautiful description of a slice of life clinging to the edge of the mountain, speeding blood through the dark veins of the body of existence, transforming, transforming again. The ruin is the construction and it’s terrifying, beautiful, stupid, and brave.
Dang, but that's some nasty boubon sitting in plastic rezzzervwarr, tasting faintly of Windex and antifreeeze
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"The lead weights of despair and self-pity."
Kudos, Christopher, for the use of "deliquescence"! Lovely prose pictures.
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Such beautiful description of a slice of life clinging to the edge of the mountain, speeding blood through the dark veins of the body of existence, transforming, transforming again. The ruin is the construction and it’s terrifying, beautiful, stupid, and brave.