It starts like the bristling detachment of Velcro or the arrogant snap of a rubber band on your wrist. The cringing, ripping sound, the reflexive quick sting, ringing vibrantly on in the moments after. Like a bell that tolls a beat of hours that is overlooked in the passing, then counted by recalling rhythm afterwards. Instinctually, you want to keep going, keep climbing, over rubble and debris. The day has long since ended as you move through stark jagged blackness. You check the breast pocket of your jacket for a match. You strike the little brown line, once, twice, three times and light the now apparent hallway. The match burns down t
I've been pretty much MIA for a year. I see that a lot has changed, like this status update widget! I wish I could say I've been super productive, but times are busy. Hope everyone is well. I'll be trying to check in here or there. If any of you are ...
I thought I was watching you already! It's nice to see that you are still here. ^_^ I've been inactive on DA for a looooooong time. It seems quieter, or maybe I've just been gone for too long. And I just found out that DLD is now down? Was not expecting that! Trying to figure out what's new around here now. haha