Fall 2008

So... it would appear that I still haven't posted anything. Now, to make excuses for myself I will say it was to prevent myself from going back on my word. It would have been ranting, and I didn't want to start out that way. On the bright side, it would appear that I'm writing again, as I was struck with the need to write this out in the midst of social psych midterm notes. Very counterintuitive and very spontaneous. Now: rather than admit to having a short attention span, I will say that I was inspired. Maybe. Maybe not.
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Fall this year came quietly.
The only sign of its progress was the vaguely acrid smell scent of leaves lingering in the bright morning chill. The leaves did not take their time changing. They were green, and then they were on fire. After this, the only event was the descent of the fire from branch to ground. It was not a burning fire or even a provoking fire. It was a fire that should have inspired but only succeeded in crunching dully under our feet. The scope of how unimpressed we were is this: we neglected to even see it. It was synonymous with a second. Its presence or loss was meaningless—unless we were to look at it and claim tragic airs, which we didn’t.
The cold came slowly. Nearly imperceptibly thanks to the afternoon sun arguing that nothing had changed. Nothing is changing.
But it is. The darkness comes with more speed and less furtively. Our notice came too late—it need not pretend to be a cloud over the sun; it has already ushered the sun behind the trees, and we cannot convince it otherwise. Why would we? How could we?
The church bells do not ring triumphantly, as they once did in an illusion. They clang discordantly and upset the air as their noise smacks our tin bodies. The impact hits us, and we walk faster. Don’t gasp lest you take it into you. It will jolt our clockwork hearts. Tinmen don’t need to breathe anyway. As long as we’re still ticking, everything is fine.
What’s the time?
80 bpm
Good. We haven’t missed our appointment. Just don’t let the violence jolt you, and we’ll make it in time.
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Alright. That was it: short and sweet (without the sweet). I'm well aware that I'm not a brilliant writer, so do go ahead and leave feedback/criticism. Thank you.

x ah