Thu, 1 February 2018
Excerpted from: Revenants of War Let us be practical. Most bodies who wander in and out of their day, they do it while accepting a relative amount of uncertainty. When one cannot remember this-or-that, taking a long mosey across the dust, a day trip putting heel after heel into the world on some sort of mission, one had better bring company along. Even better, paper. I’ve slept under the stars while finishing notes on some particular journey, dozing off in the cool and waking up in the warm. That bright welcome was worn short when I realized I had failed to mark my direction. A longer story, certainly, but not a journey has followed where I haven’t set wide sets of branches in a given direction, an elaborate reminder that, “This way, you horses’s ass, continue in this direction and do better to not-die.”
Music in Tincture: Book 2, Chapter Ten:
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