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They stretched themselves over the formidable dark canvas, painting in short strokes of banter as they walked. Londen could already tell this wasn't a night he wanted company, as his mind drifted again into his own echo chamber. He thought of his place in this histrionic universe. He felt uprooted. His strongest bond to the native earth had been tragically severed many years ago. It happened through a final gasp and cold, shut eyes. Ever since, he felt homeless - like a star without a constellation. These less than desirable circumstances did carry one benefit, however: unbridled opportunity. There was no comfort to wrap himself in against the coldness of the world; there were no roots pulling him in against the winds of fortune. There were choices, damnit. Everything to gain, nothing to lose
He abruptly broke his trance by telling his friends he was going home. They were puzzled by the way he was acting from the first they saw of him that night. He covered his tracks by telling them he had planned a trip up north for the following day. Just that moment, he decided he would head north into the mountains. After all, he needed to get out of his own mind for a while. He asked the group if any of them felt like going for a ride and joining him. Gaar and Fred replied that they had planned to drink beer and watch basketball the next day. He completely understood. Claire, to his surprise, told him that she'd like to go. Londen told her that he'd call her early the next morning, and that she better be up, because he meant early. They parted ways.
He tossed and turned more than usual that night. It was all the more frustrating because he planned a game of pantomime with the sun. Sleep eventually beat him into submission, as was custom. He dreamed wild dreams that night - of being locked in a bakery as bakers bombarded him with stale muffins and cupcakes. When he woke to the first signs of light stealthily peering in his room, he thought, Holy shit. I need to start this day and get into some impulsive, wholesome fun. He took a shower, dressed and called Claire.
He abruptly broke his trance by telling his friends he was going home. They were puzzled by the way he was acting from the first they saw of him that night. He covered his tracks by telling them he had planned a trip up north for the following day. Just that moment, he decided he would head north into the mountains. After all, he needed to get out of his own mind for a while. He asked the group if any of them felt like going for a ride and joining him. Gaar and Fred replied that they had planned to drink beer and watch basketball the next day. He completely understood. Claire, to his surprise, told him that she'd like to go. Londen told her that he'd call her early the next morning, and that she better be up, because he meant early. They parted ways.
He tossed and turned more than usual that night. It was all the more frustrating because he planned a game of pantomime with the sun. Sleep eventually beat him into submission, as was custom. He dreamed wild dreams that night - of being locked in a bakery as bakers bombarded him with stale muffins and cupcakes. When he woke to the first signs of light stealthily peering in his room, he thought, Holy shit. I need to start this day and get into some impulsive, wholesome fun. He took a shower, dressed and called Claire.
posted by ... at 4:36 PM
3 Comments:
don't fight the darkness. let it happen. its much more fun to climb in the dark...
hmmm, as dark as ...inkblot!
a good episodic tale well writen.
inkblot - You know the day destroys the night, night divides the day, try to run, try to hide...
cocaine jesus - Inkblot was drawn to the darkness like something to something!
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