a cave of one's own

[blustocking]

I'd like a cave.
Small and dark.
Cold, a pool of clear water welling up from the ground. A drip-drip resounding insane.
The slow progress of blindness, the quick pace of madness.
Withering away, inflicting nothing, no confusion, no sadness.
Stalagmite, stalactite.
Do you dream or do you burrow?

Comments

mmmm...like the writing.

[(Anonymous)]

I burrow in my dreams, usually. The results sound much the same though.

Happy belated birthday...I seem to have missed everyone's birthdays this go-round. Can I miss my own too? I'm not looking forward to this one.

--rueyeet

Re: thank you, thank you

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

Meeeee too. Damn reality.

Thank you Ms. rueyeet. When is your birthday?
Where have you been lately?

Re: yer welcome!

[(Anonymous)]

Basically work became...well...work, and left less web-browsing time. That, and the new company-wide desktop stuff made me nervous about snoopware. Since I'd royally fucked up my home machine trying to upgrade it to Win 2k Pro, I couldn't post from home either.

The new Mac and the neighbor allowing me to mooch off his broadband have made all my problems go away. Well, the net access ones anyway. :)

I really did miss everyone, though.

meep!

--rueyeet