/yesod

Tag: Night City

  • blue eyes

    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated September 28th, 1998]

    Dream of a child, born late and fully formed — with an unmistakeable look of recognition in her clear blue eyes.

    Another dream of a bazaar in Night City — somewhere in The Midlands, at least — and a momentary flirtation that, once over, stays with me for the rest of the night.

    Never free of dreams.

  • Mister O

    Shut up in the darkness.

    “Leave her be, O, she’s in hell.”

    I demand her release from the Shadow Cupboard.

    A final kiss for my mistress and then I turned to look for my wife — seeing only a mad, wizened, blind creature scuttling in the darkness.

    Dear God. And I thought I was in Hell.

    Awakening with a story — whole in my mind — driving it forward.