The day begins in despair.
The day begins with loss and sorrow.
No, I have that wrong. The day never ends.
It’s constant despair playing out
of a damaged reel-to-reel.
Tag: Notes
Not what I remember
Introduction
ASiP is set up to force you to accept the bad with the good. You have to learn that you'll produce a lot of bad for a little good.
Main Content
I have fond memories of Greenhouse Christmas which aren’t reflected in the poem itself. I thought it was much better. Although, it does come from the time period where I was experimenting with narrative mode. I like the ambiguity and subtleness of the characters, there’s a shift there that I hope jerks readers askew into experiencing multiple realities. If it doesn’t for you, don’t be alarmed, it’s just a poorly written poem.
I’ll probably never go back to it. But I may get inspired during my Buffy/Angel rewatch—I’m up to BtVS s5 / AtS s2, if anything will help me capture a good narrative flow and otherworldliness it will be those seasons.
I’d like to blather on, but I have TV to watch.