Saturday, August 22, 2009

I'll See You On The Other Side

The ceiling is cracked all over now and sagging. But it's not the way I thought it would be at all. The ceiling is floating away instead of falling. There's no sound. Just the sound of my breathing. I can see the stars.

13 comments:

Billy Glad said...

Good morning, Hilary. The weather is turning cooler already in Michigan. Looks like a storm passed through outside.

Hilarym99 said...

Morning, Billy. Glad we made it. ;)

And everyone else?

Billy Glad said...

I'm sure they'll come straggling in. I'm hoping we can turn this into a workshop now. Without an audience, we should be able to get beyond considerations of exclusivity, who saw it first and all of the considerations writers producing for more general consumption have to think about.

Summer is almost gone here. Time to get back to writing and art projects, to get a grip and finish things that seem to be permanently stuck a month from completion.

GirlfromtheBronx said...

Made it. Safe and sound.

Billy Glad said...

All of your things are here. Just where you left them.

Tom Manoff said...

I'm quite tired. Not sure of the century.

Decidere said...

As long as we've reached Childhood's End, I guess it's okay to see me in my natural form. No one to scare away anyway, world's destroyed, now it's just a holding pattern. What will we do with all the time?

Ross Hancock said...

Quinn's in a tempest in the reality plane, I gather. Send a prayer or suitable equivalent.

Root

GirlfromtheBronx said...

That was quite a journey. I must admit I kept thinking that in the transfer all the furniture would disappear into the ether like the ceiling floating away. Glad to see it all seems to be here and functioning. Plus we have a new member too! Welcome Rootman!. Good to see you.

Billy Glad said...

Anything we want, Des. No one will see any of it except the people on the contributors list, unless you take it outside. Having a public blog has been more confining for some of us than for others.

Decidere said...

I wasn't aware there *was* an outside. You mean we've been on display the whole time, like that cage in Slaughterhouse Five? You mean I wasn't acting out my own carnal urges, that was just a display to keep the paying customers happy?

I want a raise.

Miguel de las Animas Perdidas said...

I got stuck in the time-space continuum between Van Nuys and Newport Beach during Friday afternoon rush hour, (a facsimile of hive collapse?), and rather than the ceiling floating away, all these motor vehicles seemed to be conspiring to keep me earthbound. Then they all dissolved into nothingness, and I felt disoriented but very happy. Slowly a semblance of the normal world has been coalescing around me, albeit one decidedly less populated than what was, and I'm making my way through a desolate land now. The feeling of well being hasn't left. Glad to see you all made it through as well. I'll keep my fingers crossed for Quinn.

Billy Glad said...

I'm guessing the blonde still has too many clothes on to catch his interest. We'll see what we can do.