This is it! By removing all unnecessary parts I will find my one true immutable self and solve the question of identity forever, said a kid, who in a few years will become familiar with the term gender dysphoria, rapidly approaching an industrial grade wood chipper
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Kip looked up at him, face entirely blank. Maybe it was something about
the dying firelight, or the sound of the rain. Maybe it was how Kip’s
eyes formed huge perfect circles, and how his mouth was a flat line.
Marin was struck with the sudden and intense feeling that he had just
asked something deeply personal.
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Hey, can y’all rb this if it’s okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with y’all but I am terrified of being annoying lol
Among moss and ferns something slept. It knew not of the rose rays of sunrise seeping through young leaves. It could not hear the howling of the wind above or the birds singing to greet the coming of spring.
It dreamt of a place darker than a starless night, of flight and of falling.
It dreamt of hands caked in mud, of crawling and of tearing through a canopy of roots.
Finally it stirred and began unravelling. From a bundle of white fabric limbs began slowly emerging. The small creature rose and only then it became apparent that it was a child, probably a boy, with dishevelled brown hair and clothing that was best described as rags.
He grabbed a broken branch he fashioned into a walking stick, blinked at the sun lazily and wandered away.
Even sharper than the agony of being opened and remade is the joy of becoming
I keep dreaming of physically impossible monolithic structures made out of a glassy stone like dull black marble or tarnished obsidian. I can always see the stars like the structures themselves are floating on the surface of a still lake that perfectly reflects the night sky. That or they're just floating in space.
Every time I have one of these dreams there's this sense that the architecture is somehow a word. Like the shape of the place forms the letters to its name.
Sometimes they have whole locations inside of them. Like I'll be wandering around in the monolith and then suddenly there's a big space that has one of the little central Californian ghost towns that dot the 5 freeway. There will be a whole abandoned 1960s gas station with sun baked stucco and everything in the middle of the dream superstructure.
I've tried to write the names down but they never make any sense.
It feels like a metaphor for something but I can't for the life of me figure out what.
My artistic skills are limited but I gave the general idea a shot. They're like this but significantly more complex.
I was inspired to try and paint the dream monoliths.
I have not stopped writing the trilogy. It was not even supposed to be a book and I tried to drop it multiple times but now that I have reviewed a plan it probably will be a trilogy… It’s been a decade.
