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desperanceOh, ffs.
Here I was, munching bacon snack and slurruping wine as I wrote sentences of beauty and power and so forth - and suddenly there it was, a whole other chunk of tooth, loose in my mouth as it departed its proper station.
As it happens, I'm seeing the dentist tomorrow anyway, about something else entirely; and as of yet there is at least no pain; but even so. I hate this sense of constant erosion. And the being hyper-aware of other people's perfect teeth, and the vicious envy, and and and. I am aweary of it.
Here, have the very sentences I was writing:
I stopped, he stopped. I’m not even sure how I knew that. He didn’t - quite - touch the ground, I wasn’t sure he touched the air itself; he certainly didn’t breathe the stuff, he had no use for it. He made no noise at all. I suppose I knew that he’d stopped because he didn’t come past me, but how I knew he was there at my back - well, I guess you do know when you’re being tailed by one of the monuments of prehistoric England. Sight unseen, you still know it. Presence isn’t only about interrupted light and atmospheric pressure-waves. Horse can eclipse the world and hush the stars in their courses.
Here I was, munching bacon snack and slurruping wine as I wrote sentences of beauty and power and so forth - and suddenly there it was, a whole other chunk of tooth, loose in my mouth as it departed its proper station.
As it happens, I'm seeing the dentist tomorrow anyway, about something else entirely; and as of yet there is at least no pain; but even so. I hate this sense of constant erosion. And the being hyper-aware of other people's perfect teeth, and the vicious envy, and and and. I am aweary of it.
Here, have the very sentences I was writing:
I stopped, he stopped. I’m not even sure how I knew that. He didn’t - quite - touch the ground, I wasn’t sure he touched the air itself; he certainly didn’t breathe the stuff, he had no use for it. He made no noise at all. I suppose I knew that he’d stopped because he didn’t come past me, but how I knew he was there at my back - well, I guess you do know when you’re being tailed by one of the monuments of prehistoric England. Sight unseen, you still know it. Presence isn’t only about interrupted light and atmospheric pressure-waves. Horse can eclipse the world and hush the stars in their courses.