31 Days: Like Hamlet
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And here's today's. The events referenced occur during the Chiaki-centric story in Shinku no hata wo hirugaese (i.e. er, Merry Christmas Mr. Naoe?). Intentionally short.
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There was no thesis to be had from the passion that ruled him. It sprang dark and only headier from vivisection; all his logic exhausted itself in sophistry. In despair he constructed ontologies of hatred, perversely savouring the complexity of his own impulses as if they were fine wine. For instance: on such and such a day in August you said to me, "It does not matter what else you understand, as long as you understand that you can change nothing." Or: concerning the containment of the Soukoku rebels you would not brook discussion, though our course of action is certain to increase the territorial holdings of the Oda in the long term. I cannot believe you in the right, yet I cannot prove you wrong. Or again: the certainty in your eyes like a white, unwavering flame.
Again: the night was chilly and windless. Nagahide had disappeared off somewhere, and it took hours to erase our traces from the scene of the battle. They shut down the subway lines around Shiba Park altogether. By the time we arrived back at the hotel you were so exhausted you slumped down on your bed and fell asleep, pausing only to kick off your shoes. You must have forgotten to be wary of me, or you would not have allowed yourself. I know you forget sometimes. I helped you out of your jacket; you barely stirred. The leather was warm and smelt of your skin at the collar. Your hair was in your face, dark and heavy and a bit damp, like the mane of a wild beast. I brushed it back but didn't touch you. I was afraid of what would happen if I touched you. I couldn't take my eyes off you.
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And here's today's. The events referenced occur during the Chiaki-centric story in Shinku no hata wo hirugaese (i.e. er, Merry Christmas Mr. Naoe?). Intentionally short.
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There was no thesis to be had from the passion that ruled him. It sprang dark and only headier from vivisection; all his logic exhausted itself in sophistry. In despair he constructed ontologies of hatred, perversely savouring the complexity of his own impulses as if they were fine wine. For instance: on such and such a day in August you said to me, "It does not matter what else you understand, as long as you understand that you can change nothing." Or: concerning the containment of the Soukoku rebels you would not brook discussion, though our course of action is certain to increase the territorial holdings of the Oda in the long term. I cannot believe you in the right, yet I cannot prove you wrong. Or again: the certainty in your eyes like a white, unwavering flame.
Again: the night was chilly and windless. Nagahide had disappeared off somewhere, and it took hours to erase our traces from the scene of the battle. They shut down the subway lines around Shiba Park altogether. By the time we arrived back at the hotel you were so exhausted you slumped down on your bed and fell asleep, pausing only to kick off your shoes. You must have forgotten to be wary of me, or you would not have allowed yourself. I know you forget sometimes. I helped you out of your jacket; you barely stirred. The leather was warm and smelt of your skin at the collar. Your hair was in your face, dark and heavy and a bit damp, like the mane of a wild beast. I brushed it back but didn't touch you. I was afraid of what would happen if I touched you. I couldn't take my eyes off you.
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Date: 2008-05-09 06:25 am (UTC)