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Stephen Torelli commented on Amanda Salisbury's blog post Not as ShyPosted on May 26, 2012 at 6:34pm 3 Comments 0 Favorites
I wrote words and peppered with punctuation, forming paragraphs and chapters and, finally, a book. No, not a book, but a collection of many pages of words that made sense together. Some might have graciously called it a story (only because they know no better); yet, I know that is like calling an encyclopeadic entry a story.
The following details were missing, though the list fails to be comprehensive: dirt, hate, love, purpose, division, reunion, rain. What I did have was a factual…
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"Life doesn't happen that way, not for people like us."
"Oh, but life is transcendent and pays no attention to who we are, where we are, what we are."
"Don't be naive; of course it does."
"Life is arbitrary: a baby's heart will beat one day and and keep beating whether you feel it or record it or know it - how bizarrely unlikely!"
"You speak of life as an out-of-touch thing or, worse, a person, but life is a process, like a which-way book with every move directing…
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Consider the brutal earth spun through smooth plank walls, warring with the chinking between sod bricks. Sailors struggle with each breath, cursing the thick air and the force that takes all breath away. They stumble through the cresting fields and drive their horses into the tussle. Each ounce of water is nigh undrinkable, a wind-stirred cocktail of all the well has been and is today. Flesh stings with insult after insult as the wind batters through the best of woven cloth, and eyes reject…
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I'm not as shy as I once was. I've only been absent from 6S since August, but oh-so-much has changed. When I came back a few days ago I used my name - not ShyJot Publications LLC but my real given and taken name - and there are even - gasp! - photographs of me on ye olde internet.
I'm returning to myself, filling in the space where post-personal-apocalypse Amanda (circa 2008-2012) dug in and held on for reasons unknowable to her at the time. For all the danger and fear and loathing…
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