Fiction is merely a preview of upcoming facts—a look ahead to see the world in the absence of pressures and constraints on its path along the way to get there. Tomorrow is today—but dressed in bright colors and fine jewelry.
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Redemption. Atonement. Penance. Reparation. Hostility. Vengeance. Softness. Cuddling. Caregiving. The Original Silk. Kindness stored in leather bottles. Cunning friendship. Ethereally corpulent beauty.
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Ideas are beginning to clog my thought-pipes. And they refuse to allow my ideas safe passage through the channels that hold my blood. Thanks to that refusal, the rapids are slowing…becoming a dam. When the dam collapses, the ensuing tsunami will unleash a hydraulic torrent of impractical solutions for problems that do not exist. I worry sometimes that these brief superficial cracks in decorative features are becoming fundamental ruptures in a crucial framework.
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Another weekend day, vying for attention. I often fail to notice because I do not acknowledge the superiority of weekends over weekdays. That attitude, alone, could get my name placed on the assassin’s list.
