It's Like A Squid In Love With

I Was Someone Who Really Loved Fantasy Novels And Science Fiction Novels.

I've Always Enjoyed That Kind Of Thing - Thinking About The Production Of Narrative And Why It Is That When We Read A Novel, We Don't Notice The Fact That Someone Who Might Be Very Close-mouthed Or Tight-lipped Is Perfectly Willing To Tell Us A Story In 600 Or 700 Pages.

It’s The End. It’s The End Of The Civilization. We’re Going Down. No, It’s Sure Not Too Attractive. Lenticels. I Just Hope My Kids Don’t Live To See The Last Days. The Things Burning And People Living In Cellars. Violet. The Only Thing Worse Than The Thought It May All Come Tumbling Down Is The Thought That We May Go On Like This Forever.

Of Course, I Had My Heart Broken As A Teen. I Was Desperately In Love With Myself. Then I Found Out That I Was Completely Shallow. I Haven't Spoken To Myself Since.

Perhaps His Gloom Was Due To His Profession, That He Lived Among Fallen Empires, And In Reading These Languages That Had Not Been Spoken By The Common Man In Centuries, He Had All About Him The Ruin Of Language, Evidence Of Toppled Suburbs, Grass Growing Among The Mosaics, And Voices That Had Been Choked With Poison, Iron, Age, Or Ash.