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What's that poem about how the world ends? Fire, or ice.
Funny, really, we've been at the sharp end of both in recent weeks and here we all are, still muddling along, impossible to destroy. Like cockroaches, or Twinkies. Well. Most of us, anyway.
But it seems to me that ice is more a paralytic than an ending. Perhaps a precursor to slow cessation. A numbing, which - left long enough - allows one not to even notice as all the more vital components gradually freeze. Stasis, an ending without closure. They're the worst kind, I think.
But don't mind maudlin old me. I haven't been sleeping well.
At any rate. If you knew Byerly or Dorian -
Well, lucky you. They're gone now. Stasis. I thought some people might like to know and it turns out to be torture to have to say it over and over.
And it's colder here than I anticipated.
That's all.
Funny, really, we've been at the sharp end of both in recent weeks and here we all are, still muddling along, impossible to destroy. Like cockroaches, or Twinkies. Well. Most of us, anyway.
But it seems to me that ice is more a paralytic than an ending. Perhaps a precursor to slow cessation. A numbing, which - left long enough - allows one not to even notice as all the more vital components gradually freeze. Stasis, an ending without closure. They're the worst kind, I think.
But don't mind maudlin old me. I haven't been sleeping well.
At any rate. If you knew Byerly or Dorian -
Well, lucky you. They're gone now. Stasis. I thought some people might like to know and it turns out to be torture to have to say it over and over.
And it's colder here than I anticipated.
That's all.
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[ so that's a yes on the sarcasm ]
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[ she does, and she's regretting it right now. so that's a yes again. on byerly and dorian both. and then some with byerly. ]
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He does have a right. But is there a point?]
Of course, neither did he.
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More than he knew, really.
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[ they were something. they were friends, too. but denying it makes this easier, or so she tells herself. ]
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I hadn't even got to tell them about each other.
Though they knew each other, of course. About me, and each other.
[Voice-to-text translation is merciless on the drunk and rambly.]
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[ is she invested enough to make sure she's deciphering the drunken rambles correctly? absolutely not. ]
of course they knew each other [ she didn't actually know that, but knowing them, she's not surprised in the least. ]
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Then they stopped, and it turned out that was actually worse.
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