Ramblings
Greg - Sweetmorn, 49 Aftermath 3169 @ 01:14 AM
As her hair swung forward, under her collar, there was another, bright flash. "Ugly thing. I hope I don't need you."
I said: "Hope you don't either."
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Waiting here, away from the terrifying weaponry, out of the halls of vapor and light, beyond holland and into the hills, I have come to
to wound the autumnal city. - Dhalgren, Samuel R. Delaney.
I read it at fifteen and only comprehended the poetry of it; at twenty I understood it. Technically.
Now I get it. And no, I don't care that a typographical error had something to do with it.
