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Mon Aug 24, 2009, 11:40 AM
There is a window, small and square, with a view to the long stretches of emptiness within and without. (Like two windows; a stereoscopic image forms and then its parts divide, and the vision fades...)

There is a fire, and it is somewhere I cannot reach. It is everywhere around me, but I cannot see it. I see it everywhere, but I cannot touch it. I smell the world around me burning.

I stay indoors.

I'm watching the fire now. It's breaking everything down. It levels the ground and fills it with emptiness, emptiness of the mind and soul.

I watch as it tears my mind apart like the rest. And I stay indoors.

I stay indoors and read. I read the long forgotten words, the wisdom of the ages, ten thousand years of knowledge.

I read the book while its pages burn black at the corners, turning to ash at the spine.

Outside they burn books.

  • Mood: Isolated

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:iconhelzcullen:
Stay away from the fire, because don't don't don't ever burn books. I think it'd give too much sadistic masochistic oxymoronic pleasure.

It scares me sometimes.

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:icondarkly-radiant:
I think this was entirely lost on you.

But that's a risk I take, I suppose.


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"My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre," Ford muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."
:iconhelzcullen:
I don't care. Just. Don't burn books.

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:icondarkly-radiant:
You didn't understand my journal. I never said I wanted to burn books. Nothing I said had anything to do with book burning.

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"My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre," Ford muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."
:iconhelzcullen:
IT'S CALLED INTERPRETATION, SILLY. FFFF.

Outside they burn books.

TAKING YOU LITERALLY HERE. :nod:

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:icondarkly-radiant:
That's not interpretation, since you didn't actually "interpret" anything I said, you just read it as is. Yes, those are the words - but, really, would I seriously be giving an account of actual book burning? Nobody is burning any LITERAL books. Obviously. I'm not living in Fahrenheit 451 or some sort of apocalypse where people burn books.

Get used to my writing, it's not always cut and dry.


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"My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre," Ford muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."

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