levity: (evening stretched out against the sky)
Look, I even have an explanation. Billy, Allison, Orven, and I ate dinner at Ping Mang, and on the way home Billy made a throwaway comment about how the walk home from anywhere always seemed so much shorter than the walk there. It evolved into a writing challenge, of sorts, to be completed by midnight- so that there is my excuse. Billy and Allison wrote sharp, coherent things (Allison's is here, and Billy's is here), and I wrote this.

Title from Oasis, and yes, I know. Unedited. Mostly here for posterity.





There's only ever been one fall that merited capital letters. )
levity: (evening stretched out against the sky)
Look, I even have an explanation. Billy, Allison, Orven, and I ate dinner at Ping Mang, and on the way home Billy made a throwaway comment about how the walk home from anywhere always seemed so much shorter than the walk there. It evolved into a writing challenge, of sorts, to be completed by midnight- so that there is my excuse. Billy and Allison wrote sharp, coherent things (Allison's is here, and Billy's is here), and I wrote this.

Title from Oasis, and yes, I know. Unedited. Mostly here for posterity.





There's only ever been one fall that merited capital letters. )
levity: (let us step out into the night)
So instead of finishing my papers or studying for embryology or archaeology or biochem I am writing what is turning out to be the Cristiano Ronaldo Dream Sequence Series. My excuse is [livejournal.com profile] cornerflag; my reason is that dreams don't have to make sense, and can be as blatant as hell.


There is no subtlety in football. )
levity: (let us step out into the night)
So instead of finishing my papers or studying for embryology or archaeology or biochem I am writing what is turning out to be the Cristiano Ronaldo Dream Sequence Series. My excuse is [livejournal.com profile] cornerflag; my reason is that dreams don't have to make sense, and can be as blatant as hell.


There is no subtlety in football. )
levity: (mes que un club)
So I woke up at 3:45 in the morning intending to watch Arsenal play Manchester City at the Emirates and then Barcelona play Athletic Bilbao at the San Mamés only to find out that ESPN was not showing the game and that my streams chose today to fail me. Instead of going back to sleep like a reasonable thinking person with a 7 a.m. class, I wrote this. That is my only excuse.

FC Barcelona is an evil organization of evil with morally ambiguous methods and, of course, a passion for playing football their way. Crack. Also, written at four in the morning.

Art in the blood. If any of this is true, I don't know it, and I definitely don't want to hear about it. )
levity: (mes que un club)
So I woke up at 3:45 in the morning intending to watch Arsenal play Manchester City at the Emirates and then Barcelona play Athletic Bilbao at the San Mamés only to find out that ESPN was not showing the game and that my streams chose today to fail me. Instead of going back to sleep like a reasonable thinking person with a 7 a.m. class, I wrote this. That is my only excuse.

FC Barcelona is an evil organization of evil with morally ambiguous methods and, of course, a passion for playing football their way. Crack. Also, written at four in the morning.

Art in the blood. If any of this is true, I don't know it, and I definitely don't want to hear about it. )
levity: (inconceivable!)
Written Nov. 17, 2010. Left in the notebook in the hopes that I would repent. Oh well.

Very small snippet. Paolo Rossi and a vacation. Lies, all lies. )
levity: (inconceivable!)
Written Nov. 17, 2010. Left in the notebook in the hopes that I would repent. Oh well.

Very small snippet. Paolo Rossi and a vacation. Lies, all lies. )
levity: (bring it)
They say that God has nine billion names, and when people were more willing to believe in what they could not see they did not dare to tread on or throw away any scrap of paper for fear that one of those names was written on it. Perhaps the more perceptive ones hoped it never was, because to see the name of God was never to see anything the same way ever again.

Some days you thank your lucky stars you've never been good at names.

---

There can only be heaven if there is hell, people say, and hell would hold no power if there were no heaven to dream of. You don't say that heaven and hell aren't two sides of the same coin, they're the same thing, only from different perspectives. People might actually believe you, and then what would happen?

---

Omniscience and justice and freedom are the dreams of those too young to know what taking your feet off the slowly turning earth really meant, and of those too stubborn to care.

You’re neither, haven’t been for a long time, you’ve learned to compromise and to be fractured and to let things go, people are masters of the art of living and you should be happy you’re learning from the best, but happiness is a solid. Some days you want not to have aged, to still be innocent and heartless and to not know better, but you know better. If things were fair everyone would be dead, and when people were dead they didn’t learn. And they were dead.

In time, perhaps, you’ll learn to be comfortable with the knowledge that ideas were for people and not the other way around. You don’t really want to be, but you have all the time in the world.

---

In wherever it is that the soul resides there is a house shaped like a lotus, and in that house there in enough space for the universe, if you wanted to hold it.

You do, so it is; you never expected it to be easy, and it isn’t. You don’t know how to live any other way, don’t know how to live by half-measures, even though years and years of world is as good as a class in taking off edges. To carry the universe is to accept that no man is an island after all, that, despite the futility of the action, you have to care.

You have time, more than enough time to grow out of old habits, but.

---

You don’t remember everything, but no matter how spotty your memory is you remember more than anyone else. You remember when time was not chained down in zones, dependent on sun and earth and inertia, when there was a zero point and then there was being, and time was pure numbers ticking on until eternity. You remember when supernovas and sparrows were one and the same, except where it didn’t matter. You remember when you learned that heaven wasn’t impenetrable, after all. You remember what were probably the longest six days in the world, and when things that breathed and walked and did things without burning with celestial radiance at every step started breathing and walking and doing things. You remember the affection that took root in the back of your mind, then. You hadn't yet known you were doomed.

---

Purity of anything was the first step in the descent to madness. Or ascent. Either way, it was madness.

---

You know that you have to kill your Christ, every time. Otherwise resurrection wouldn’t mean anything, and neither would redemption. Knowledge doesn’t make things easier.

---

There’s only ever been one fall that merited capital letters. The first and the best, and the only one that had an actual reason behind it. Everyone else had excuses, but you had reasons. You still wouldn’t change a thing, but that’s pride for you.
levity: (Hogfather)
They say that God has nine billion names, and when people were more willing to believe in what they could not see they did not dare to tread on or throw away any scrap of paper without looking it over, for fear that one of those names was written on it. The more perceptive ones hoped it never was, because to see the name of God was to never see anything the same way ever again.

Some days you thank your lucky stars you've never been good at names.

---

You don't remember everything, and you don't ever pretend to, but no matter how spotty your memory is it's still longer than most everyone else's.

You remember when time was not chained down in zones, dependent on the sun and the earth and inertia, when there was a zero point and then there was being, and time was pure number ticking on until eternity.

You remember when there was no matter, when the thought of chaining down pure consciousness into flesh and blood and bone, into clay that wore down and died, was no more than a glint of a dream in- and there was no such thing yet as a glint, or as an eye. And then there was Let there be light and Let there be the fish of the sea and the birds of the air and the beasts of the land, and there were. It was wild and messy, life tugging at the still-blurred edges of the world and exploding from every fold and corner, life past and present and future, bones under the ground and supernovas in the sky. The others found themselves eyes and wings and limbs, cut through the air and dove under the sea. You would have smiled, if you had matter, and you decided that life was better enjoyed from a distance, and you couldn't tear your eyes away.

---

There can only be heaven if there is hell, people say, and hell would hold no power if there were no heaven to dream of. You don't say that heaven and hell aren't two sides of the same coin, they're always and only ever the same thing, only from different eyes. People might actually believe you, and then what would happen?

---

You know that you always have to kill your Christ, because otherwise resurrection wouldn't mean anything, and neither would redemption. That doesn't change a single thing.
levity: (desire lives in the heart)
Written one year ago, about. I don't like it very much, and it reeks of Murakami and Gaiman, but it wasn't as bad as I initially thought it was.

By the time it was cool enough to do anything besides hide in the sala and play poker rain had started pouring, by the gallon, by the bucket, by the ton. )
levity: (desire lives in the heart)
Written one year ago, about. I don't like it very much, and it reeks of Murakami and Gaiman, but it wasn't as bad as I initially thought it was.

By the time it was cool enough to do anything besides hide in the sala and play poker rain had started pouring, by the gallon, by the bucket, by the ton. )
levity: (adventure)
  Written one year ago, about. I don't like it very much, and it reeks of Murakami and Gaiman, but it wasn't as bad as I initially thought it was.

By the time it was cool enough to do anything besides hide in the sala and play poker rain had started pouring, by the gallon, by the bucket, by the ton. )
levity: (by night)
The presence of an LJ-cut means it's fiction. )
levity: (by night)
The presence of an LJ-cut means it's fiction. )

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