- I want to write something so beautiful that it floods the earth with salty tears until the ink runs from my pages and all the world floats in a sea of my words, a bath of my metaphors, wiping imagery from their eyes. They will use blank pages to soak up the poetic mess I've made, pages that will in turn assemble themselves into stories, into books. Protagonists with their antonyms will step out of these books, squeezing through the drying lines of text, shaking off the paper dust. These characters will hold hands with me and you and all of the other real people, entirely unselfconscious of the fact that they are paper people.
oct 11 2009 ∞
oct 12 2009 +