"No, you're thinking about it wrong...
"Look, they say there are tons of dimensions, but the four we experience are height, depth, width, and time.. Right? You're thought to think of them of as seperate, distinct, different.. Different but intersecting planes, all sides of the same box..
And that's not right. They are all linked, touching, amorphous; they flow into each other and curve and become one; it's not a box but a sphere. Pulling something from time and space is as easy as moving something from one place to the other; no different from telekinesis, it's just sliding around to the right place and time and plucking.. Or jumping..
"Bu
Munin: Persistance of Memory by Trinora, literature
Literature
Munin: Persistance of Memory
"So, you ever get these quick phantom pains for no reason? A stab in the side, a jab in your foot, a sudden pain in your chest? Ever lose your breath for a second, have your skin tingle, a shiver on a warm day?"
She pulled deeply on the cigarette--no, the memory of a cigarette. She held her breath, focusing her eyes on the mishapen read circle at the end, exhaled in a cloud of gray smoke. Her lips smiled, and part of her seemed.. proud, soemthing almost tangible. "These things are impossible, you know. Heat, smoke, them fading into dust.." She took another drag, and made a face this time, letting the smoke escape from her grimace. "They tas
I am personally disappointed in my lack of artistic anything, but some creativities take a backseat to others, and all tends to take a backseat to depression and work. Someday, and someday soon, I'll be done with work for another few months, and maybe then I can work on some of the projects in my head, or at least write down some of dreams I am plagued with.
I have drawn a few good pictures.. Mostly.. Of.. Roleplaying characters, but they're good pictures, and I'm proud. Also, this is going to be the summer of cosplay; I am quickly becoming obsessed with Kerrigan/Infested Kerrigan of the Star Craft bit. I feel a bit sad; they have been makin
(One of them even in public.)
We have a game here called "The Mount Holyoke Game."
In it, one girl challanges another to a figurative penis measuring contest with the amount of work she has. It's common and played teasingly, often with exaggerated sighs. Occasionally the game becomes fierce, and people grab at straws; they mention cleaning their rooms, doing laundry, paperwork, banking.. You name it.
This is the first semester I have ever emerged so victorious.
This is why I haven't done that much art, or fun:
A five page Criminology final.
A cumulative exam on US. History since WWII, withthe harshest grader iIve met on campus.
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I have been trying to be slightly more creative than I was last summer, but all of a sudden it's July and I have no job, little art, and and overwheleming sense of lostness. Lostocity? However, I have been doing a lot of creative thought, and the ideas buzzing around for my Deliria Campaign kind of make me feel dizzy and sick and pretty.
Mostly, I journal over at Livejournal; same name, same Trina. It's pretty sweet, and updated many times a week, with a picture of me!! But I think every DA friend I have already reads my journal, SO! Preaching to my little choir.
And check out Faenikins (https://www.deviantart.com/faenikins) and buy a hat or commision some pixel things. I A