Day of Nine Dogs
I put Enigma's mcmxcAD on my music player for the bus ride into work. I'm seventeen years old. It's a Saturday night at my parents' house in Colleyville. I've just watched Metropolis for the second time that night and now I'm curling up in my father's recliner reading William Sleator's "House of Stairs." At Mea Culpa, I put down the book and dance, manifesting the music kinesthetically.
Take me back to the Rivers of Belief.
I promise you, I will return.
Day of Nine Dogs
@literorrery It's funny; I'm thinking and thinking and I'm not sure I have an inflection point, just a series of steps.
I'm 13, and I'm wandering through the desert behind our house, imagining meeting with the creatures that live under the earth.
I'm 15, and seeing a place where I can be an animal-person online fills me with a weird flush-glow for hours afterward.
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Day of Nine Dogs
@indi There's no one inflection point, but there are many points on the path that can be seen as inflection points in the rear-view mirror. I happened to touch one this morning. I wrote this up for three Fridays from now. I wanted to share the story.
