There's a light over there. I'll adjust it.
Now it's a little brighter, which seems to work.
I'm looking out the window. It's like a freezeframe, could be painted. Cunningly, with illusions of depth. Gloss finish. Objects placed, to give a feeling that one could actually go out there.
The window opens, I feel the wind. I didn't even reach over, didn't even touch the latch... Now, I'm not sure at all.
Every word I say is one more pellet in my shotgun mysticism
My membership here truly begins with my first writeup, not with the date of creation for my account. I think I linked here from Slashdot, looked around, made an account, then promptly forgot about it. But then I came back and really got into writing.
and then I forgot again. hauhauhauhauhauhauhauhauhauhauhau.