she was… July 18, 2019 brilliantkatabasis Leave a comment And we were all haunted. Haunted by people we should’ve known- parents, lovers, children, friends. Haunted by holes that, once… Continue Reading →
SHE WAS! brilliantkatabasis Leave a comment And those objects irrelevant to this choreography, those unnamed pieces of scenery? Those are textual ghosts. Continue Reading →
She was- brilliantkatabasis Leave a comment Objects moved in certain familiar patterns, patterns we call comedies, tragedies, elegies; rises and falls. — bluCatpocalypse [BC] began partying with crimsonMarshall [CM] at… Continue Reading →
Is that something you miss? brilliantkatabasis Leave a comment by their impossible distances. Continue Reading →
Did you love the way she laughed? brilliantkatabasis Leave a comment by their tight orbits, Continue Reading →
It was- brilliantkatabasis Leave a comment When we tell stories, and I feel confident saying we, because this is one, and so am I, well, we… Continue Reading →
It- brilliantkatabasis Leave a comment Al, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you- I know, I know, “way to kill the emotional climax, asshole”,… Continue Reading →
And Cortana, would she forgive these doubts? brilliantkatabasis Leave a comment Doubts in the peace you kept and in the nearness of the horizon. Doubts in the value of your vaunted… Continue Reading →
And Dale, is this how he imagined his war would be fought? brilliantkatabasis Leave a comment Fought for no greater reason than some ragged loyalty to the truth? How many less deserving than this man did… Continue Reading →
Chief, is he still somewhere, watching? brilliantkatabasis Leave a comment watching you induct others into hopelessness by force? Does this yet pass for duty in his eyes? Continue Reading →