eor: (Default)
[personal profile] eor
This afternoon I fell asleep. Well, it would probably be more accurate to say, passed out from exhaustion. I just fell off the end of my rope.

I woke up a couple hours later, completely out of it, lying in the rays of the setting sun. I wasn't conscious enough to get up, but I wasn't quite asleep. The situation reminded me another time, then music that I don't really listen to anymore popped into my head. Bam! I was a horny fourteen year old reading the semi-autobiographic science fiction of a gay man from New York*1. I was dreaming of how to design brass orchids and sleeping too hot to sleep.

There was a time when I meditated on that time, trying to conjure it like a jaunte*2, bend it back like a tesseract*3. It was a mental exercise in memory and a quest for something more than boredom and normal.

Now it's amazing how strong the flavor still is. The flavor of a book. The flavor of a moment. Back when we were all babies.

"How can you live this way?
Why do you think it so strange?"


*1: Samuel R. Delaney and his "Dahlgren"
*2: From Alfred Bester's "The Stars My Destination"
*3: From Madeleine L'Engle's "A Wrinkle in Time"
(will be screened)
(will be screened if not validated)
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

If you are unable to use this captcha for any reason, please contact us by email at support@dreamwidth.org

Profile

eor: (Default)
eor

December 2025

S M T W T F S
 123456
78910111213
1415 1617181920
21222324252627
28293031   

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Mar. 21st, 2026 02:30 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios