I can have haz been yung?
Mar. 8th, 2012 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceOh, dear. In the impossible process of trying to sort a life's worth of papers in a day, I found some really early stories...
Out of nothingness spawns existence. Actuality distils slowly from infinity: separates out, drifts away, and closes in on itself. An ego is formed, a dust mote floating in an eternal vacuum...
I would have been, oh, I don't know: fourteen? Somewhere there. But there are some things which even youth does not excuse.
And I am not even going to type out the opening lines of my great handwritten fantasy epic (Part One, Volume One), which I observe was dedicated - oh, the impertinence! - to J R R T.
Out of nothingness spawns existence. Actuality distils slowly from infinity: separates out, drifts away, and closes in on itself. An ego is formed, a dust mote floating in an eternal vacuum...
I would have been, oh, I don't know: fourteen? Somewhere there. But there are some things which even youth does not excuse.
And I am not even going to type out the opening lines of my great handwritten fantasy epic (Part One, Volume One), which I observe was dedicated - oh, the impertinence! - to J R R T.