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'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.

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Well, that didn't take long. :rainbowlaugh:

Also, I'm wondering what kind of tribute is this for AB?

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'.

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

I consider him one of the best authors on the site, and I cannot recommend his work highly enough. :twilightsmile: Give this one a shot, if you're looking for someplace to start.

Perfect capture of mundanity :)


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. :moustache: Honestly feels like Subdivisions, except talking about adult problems rather than teen problems.


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.

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.


I'm running late for work...

Paean or ironic musing? You decide. :derpytongue2: (<3)


Hell of a thing to read at my desk.

Well, that's either the best place to read this, or the worst. :rainbowlaugh: Still, I'm glad you found it enjoyable -- thank you.

My pleasure. :twilightsmile:


You wouldn't believe how hard it makes to find things when that happens

Oh, wouldn't I. xP There are songs I haven't known the name of since childhood, but can still sing verbatim.


There are songs I haven't known the name of since childhood, but can still sing verbatim.

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.

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.

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. :raritywink:

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.

Always nice to know the company one is keeping. :raritywink:

That's another good thing about dark stories: They remind us to count our blessings.

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!



accountants play with the boss away, but only just. They’re accountants, after all.

I don’t know any actual accountants, but I assume this to be true.

Can’t wait to never have any of her own, no matter what mother says.

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. :heart:

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.

I learned a new word!

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.

I have the same feelings as she does about this subject.

So say a not-insubstantial portion of us nearing 30. ;P

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