"There is something sad about him, for, unlike Basil and Dorian, he fails to commit himself. His life is vicarious."
~Alex Ross, Deceptive Picture, a piece about Oscar Wilde from the Aug. 8, 2011 issue of The New Yorker.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

#29, Fiction- Fish


There was something about him that just seemed so inhuman. But then Scott reasoned it must be what held them together in this, as beasts.

Dearest friends,

I took the day off and spend the rest of it reading in my study. Later tonight, I tried to write but still I couldn’t manage to complete a sentence.

Didn’t it scare you, to know that we are all growing old, continuously?

Do excuse my careless tone. The story attached here was completed on June, 19, in just a week. The rape scene really made me uneasy, and I, it may mislead you to read the following sentence, but I had to turn to porno movie for inspiration, but not the way it sounds.

Yours,

Preview- Heed the Bridge O
The words picked up the last note of the previous sentence and stayed in my head with a rhythm I couldn’t repeat. It went on and on till ten in the evening as grandmother looked at the ritual coldly from her enlarged black and white headshot. I suppose the song was to remind her to watch her steps as we had accompanied her to the bridge of oblivion. Soon, she’d pass into the realm of the beyond where we must refrain ourselves from.

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