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all these stories try to leap against the glass and slide down in one coherent system.

::rereading posts from last winter ··· i like the low-sky-ed rumble of this one. it doesn't sound like it was claustrophobic, but i remember it being claustrophobic when i had it. strong dreams always feel like they happen in small places even when they don't happen in small places.

hello aaron. i remember your dream of the underwater machine with the serpentine many-jointed arms. i like that machine. i like how we achieve detail in our sleep.



six characters have to do something in act two. they can't all just stand around exotic places the whole time looking like an album cover. that might be pretty to look at but it would be murderously tedious to write.



i hate writing. i hate my writing.
why do i do this? it's not as good as bacon.