'I am made from the dust of the stars, and the oceans flow in my veins: here I hide in the heart of the city, like a stranger coming out of the rain.'
Time is money is perception is image is reality, an infinite train of days stretching away infinitely beyond the limits of Equine ken.
One more day on the train.
A counterpoint and tribute to my friend of many years, Admiral Biscuit.
With great thanks to Luna Farrowe for pre-reading, and, ultimately, another kind of reading altogether.
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But, why—
Yes.
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Well, that didn't take long.
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Also, I'm wondering what kind of tribute is this for AB?
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It's a diametric antithesis to his style of slice-of-life. He deals in the little joys and wonders of each passing day; I deal, as it was once put to me, in 'miserable big-pictures'.
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Oh yikes. The contrast in that one seems immeasurable.
I haven't read much of his stuff, but now that you've explained it, I think I acquired night vision goggles :3
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Give this one a shot, if you're looking for someplace to start.
I consider him one of the best authors on the site, and I cannot recommend his work highly enough.
Perfect capture of mundanity :)
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I'd comment more, but I'm running late for work...
Well, you just captured most of society in about 2100 words. A winner is you.
Honestly feels like Subdivisions, except talking about adult problems rather than teen problems.
T4E
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Some are born to rule the world, to live their fantasies;
But most of us just dream about the things we'd like to be.
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Sadder still to watch it die than never to have known it.
For you the blind who once could see, the bell tolls for thee.
Hell of a thing to read at my desk. Brilliant portrayal of the drudgery that comes even to magical lands.
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Of course, thanks :)
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I remembered the song but forgot the singer & the title
You wouldn't believe how hard it makes to find things when that happens
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Paean or ironic musing? You decide.
(<3)
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Well, that's either the best place to read this, or the worst.
Still, I'm glad you found it enjoyable -- thank you.
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My pleasure.
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Oh, wouldn't I. xP There are songs I haven't known the name of since childhood, but can still sing verbatim.
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There are sites that can help. Type in "find songs by lyrics"
Is it odd or wrong that this sheer assault of mundanity is somehow strangely satisfying, even in its bleakness? I have no idea how, but you've twisted slice of life's enjoyment of the simple without losing the fascination of the simple. And so beautifully, critically detached.
I cannot help but admire it, even as I fight against empathizing with it too much.
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I wouldn't consider it odd at all, actually. There's a known and easy comfort in the familiar, the routine -- and you're still getting a vertical slice of something highly familiar, if still in many ways distressing. Kind of the same way we can't help but relate to protagonists in terribad horror, no matter how many awful, life-ending decisions they make. :P
And I, exercising true authorial fiat this one time, am inclined to argue that this is in many ways a horror story.
I agree. And Alice here would agree too:
... So the experts are with you on this one.
I read this story right before a particularly tough day at work, and I'm glad I did because it made me thankful that at my blue-collar job, I at least get my healthy exercise. And I'm thankful to live in a country where blue-collar work isn't stigmatized. And that I'm not stuck in Dilbert Land.
That's another good thing about dark stories: They remind us to count our blessings.
Depressingly real.
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Always nice to know the company one is keeping.
I keep hoping that'll be the takeaway. 'Yes, it's every bit as bad out there as you think. But, take a look for me and see just how much worse it could be.'
Speaking of which, I promise I'm in receipt of that PM and am working on my response.
I learned a new word!
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I don’t know any actual accountants, but I assume this to be true.
I have the same feelings as she does about this subject.
At the end of this, I feel sorry for the protagonist. I really want to give her a hug.
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For the record, I need to express once again just how thankful I am to you as a friend and fellow writer -- not just for reading and enjoying this, but for being one of the best reasons I have to keep coming back and writing more. I still care about the characters and the subject material, even -- what, six years after the show itself lost my interest? in no small part thanks to you and your continued efforts to bring them to life.
Can't get away from the fucking things in France. They're like Starbucks everywhere else, except independently-owned and somehow even less welcoming.
(You had to check, didn't you? ;P) Still, we all know one, don't we? Sometimes it's girls, sometimes it's cars, sometimes it's your manager at the garage thinking he knows jack about anything.
So say a not-insubstantial portion of us nearing 30. ;P
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I kinda feel the same--I’m several seasons behind at this point, and generally only watch new episodes as needed for research purposes, but writing about technicolor horses is what I’m apparently good at, so I keep on keeping on.
And Cold in Gardez said that stories about ponies are stories about people, so there’s that.
Hmm, I haven’t been to France in a good 30 years or so. I think we went in 89? Something like that. Spent most of our time in a small, out-of-the-way village in the south of France. Did get to experience both the TGV and basically a motorized goat track.
Managed to even buy something on my own--a Majorette (I think that was the brand name) toy bus, which I probably still have somewhere. Lots of pantomime with the shopkeeper, ‘cause he didn’t know English and I didn’t know French.
Dude, about my manager--this hasn’t made it into a blog post yet, but he was going on about a CNN reporter getting fired and then said it was because he exposed how the prime minister of Isreal was trying to kick out all the Jews. I just started laughing so hard.
I think it did make a blog post when he very confidently told me that Sweden was an island.
Nearing thirty, you say? You young kids
I’ll be celebrating 42 at Bronycon this year.
This was superb.
I need to do a blog post reviewing this. Or promoting it, or something. How the hell do you only have 32 followers?
Well, you have 33 now, in any case. You captured something better than I've ever seen it captured before. Well done.
How can such a boring life be so engaging to read?
I got here through GaPJaxie's blog. I'm glad I did.
I'm almost inclined to consider this story Slice of Death, as I'm not convinced that any living took place in it. Kind of chilling, honestly.
Thanks I hate it.
Tired phrases aside, excellent story.
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Oh, yes, this makes perfect sense.
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Ooh, these be dangerous waters ye be treadin', laddie. ;3 HC SVNT DRACONES, and also more stories in the near future.
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I've read "Just Drifting Around" on your recommendation and the comparison of it being the opposite to this piece is surprisingly apt.
My life used to be halfway to "Drifting", but now it bears an uncanny resemblance to "Infinitude". I was contemplating shaking up my life already, but these two stories threw it into sharper relief.
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Thanks for reading, and for the comment. Glad that even at this late stage I can still introduce people to good, quality horsewords of the Admiral Biscuit variety.
And yes, there's definitely something to be said for self-awareness of that variety -- knowing the parts we play and the tolls they take on us. Best of luck with your journey, wherever it takes you.
Very interesting story. It captures that feeling of having all your time scheduled and sucked away that comes along sometimes. Never any time to yourself.
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This makes me realize that the two different perspectives have two parts: how abstract/wide their focus is (are all things you experience in life the same, or are they highly particular and different?) and also the value judgement the focus makes (is every day seeming the same a bad thing, or a good thing?). It would be interesting to see two other kinds of fics: one that takes the approach of AB's writing that focuses heavily on how each day and experience is different but adopts the more negative view of this fic and vice versa. And then comparing those two fics to this fic and, say, Just Drifting Around.
So basically, there's four types of fics, and their perspectives are: everything changes and that's good (bad things never last), everything changes and that's bad (good things never last), nothing changes and that's bad (bad things last forever), nothing changes and that's good (good things last forever).