Man become machine looks death to live again--

[leahbobet]

January 13, 2012 Progress Notes:

Indestructible

Words today: 300.
Words total: 600.
Reason for stopping: Two hours later, the fit is off me.

Darling du Jour: Its blued feathers scraped the glass, too-cramped and wide and awkward. Half-pinioned by its own wings.
Mean Things: In the middle of everything, a moment of grieving grace.

Research Roundup: Cherry blossom season in Vancouver and Prince George. Crows, visual reference. The visual fields of birds.
Books in progress: Alissa York, Fauna.

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sora_blue was over tonight after crepes and tea and the record store, and I was showing her bits and drabs of stuff, and played the song for this to say "Here, this is what it's supposed to sound like." And then suddenly there was this tickle and echo in my brain, like something moving through all its chambers, and by the time I saw her out there were words caught in my breath.

I dove for the keyboard. Pretty much straight away.

Might keep these words. I might throw them out. Something's unfurling here, and we'll see how it looks in the morning. But right now all I feel is my soul is inside me, and very little else matters.

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

That's a lovely darling.

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :)