From 0b6949b28aa8c1ff31437bf22b5fdedcf1b938fb Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Mon, 20 Apr 2020 18:35:03 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/qoheleth/Sasha/005.md | 8 ++++---- writing/post-self/qoheleth/index.md | 4 ++-- 2 files changed, 6 insertions(+), 6 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/qoheleth/Sasha/005.md b/writing/post-self/qoheleth/Sasha/005.md index 2644aee9..ac97b482 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/qoheleth/Sasha/005.md +++ b/writing/post-self/qoheleth/Sasha/005.md @@ -5,9 +5,9 @@ "I think that this applies to more than just the sense that it has come to mean here and now. I think that if you go for a walk in a strange city and get lost, there is some aspect of that which is similar to madness. You walk the strange streets and see the strange people and strange buildings, and eventually, it all seems to blur together and your thoughts wander. They wander beyond the limits of your body and your mind. They soar above the city and try to make sense of these unknown, shifting shapes. They try to draw sensible paths from the turns you took. I turned left there, did I not? Or did I?" -The sombre group of diverse species mostly looked at her. Animals of all shapes, anthropomorphism of all levels. Even some humans, for there was Carter, looking much as she had at that first ceremony. +The sombre group of diverse species was mostly looking at her. Animals of all shapes, anthropomorphism of all levels. Even some humans, for there was Carter, looking much as she had at that first ceremony. -Some looked down. AwDae looked at her, keen-eyed. Debarre looked down, shaking with sobs. +And some looked down. AwDae looked at her, keen-eyed. Debarre looked down, shaking with sobs. "And to get lost in today's sense feels much the same. Your mind flies to strange places and dreams with all the logic of dreams. Only in there, when your mind dreams, so too does reality. If, that is, the word 'reality' has any meaning in this case. @@ -19,7 +19,7 @@ Some looked down. AwDae looked at her, keen-eyed. Debarre looked down, shaking w Debarre moaned, tried to stifle his grief with his paws. -Sasha's own voice creacked as she went on. "But, even as the madness worked its awful magics on him, he gave back what he could. In his time in there, in that horrible forever, he prowled through the data left in his exo. Many of us did, but he had the advantage of being one of the first. He had the advantage of having much needed information that drew attention to those responsible for the terror we all lived through, some of us directly and many, many more of you indirectly. +Sasha's own voice creaked as she went on. "But, even as the madness worked its awful magics on him, he gave back what he could. In his time in there, in that horrible forever, he prowled through the data left in his exo. Many of us did, each in our own way, but he had the advantage of being one of the first. He had the advantage of having the much needed information that drew attention to those responsible for the terror we all lived through, some of us directly and many, many more of you indirectly. "I feel that madness still. Many of the lost do, perhaps all." She saw AwDae nod at this. "We owe it to Cicero and his memory to repair as best we can. To use what he gave us to help build ourselves up better than before. To, in his name, live fuller lives having known him. We owe it to him to remember him as that oh-so-intense cat with a penchant for politics. We owe it to him to remember the whole of him in all ways. @@ -29,7 +29,7 @@ She raised a glass. "To Cicero." The crowd echoed, intent, if shaky, "To Cicero" -The rest of the evening was quiet, subdued. Sasha and AwDae sat with Debarre, each to one side. They supported the weasel as he cried. Cried over his lost partner, cried over the cruelty of family which had kept him from attending the first funeral. They supported him with silence and listening. +The rest of the evening was quiet, subdued. Sasha and AwDae sat with Debarre, each to one side. They supported the weasel as he cried. Cried over his lost partner, cried over the cruelty of family which had kept him from attending the day's first funeral. They supported him with silence and listening. And when he had cried himself out and was willing to admit something other than mourning into the night, then they rejoiced together. diff --git a/writing/post-self/qoheleth/index.md b/writing/post-self/qoheleth/index.md index 9a6f3db7..bbb71950 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/qoheleth/index.md +++ b/writing/post-self/qoheleth/index.md @@ -190,9 +190,9 @@ Check when edited * [X] Chapter: [Ioan 010](Ioan/010) --- Wrapping up with Dear, Serene, Praiseworthy * [X] Chapter: [Sasha 003](Sasha/003) --- endless field of dandelions, then suddenly Debarre, pulled back, brought up to speed on what Carter learned about how to rescue lost and the conspiracy * [-] Chapter: (REJECTED given to Carter, plus Sasha's eulogy) -5. [O] Denouement +5. [X] Denouement * [X] Chapter: [Ioan 011](Ioan/011) --- Ioan merges, begins to write, (sends Dear a sensorium message on a whim asking if ey might send a long-lived fork to stay with em to write, discuss Umwelt. Codrin Bălan, perhaps? Or Codruţ? From Romanian codru, 'woods'. Maybe asks Dear how this works. Ioan from John re bible, names important) - * [O] Chapter: [Sasha](Sasha/005) --- Sasha at/after funeral, learn she's Michelle Hadje + * [X] Chapter: [Sasha](Sasha/005) --- Sasha at/after funeral, learn she's Michelle Hadje 6. [O] Epilogue * [O] Chapter: [RJ 017](RJ/017) --- Ode in letter/suicide note to Sasha * [-] Chapter: (REJECTED cheapens the ending)