“This ancient city is made of stone and stone walls that have not fallen yet. Like paradise it is bounded by rivers, and contains fabulous beasts. Most of them have heads. If you drink from the wells, and there are many, you might live forever, but there is no guarantee you will live forever as you are. You might mutate. The waters might not agree with you. They don’t tell you this. I came to this city to escape. This city is full of towers to climb and climb, and to climb faster and faster, marvelling at the design and dreaming of the view from the top. At the top there is a keen wind and everything is so far away it’s impossible to say what is what. There is no one to discuss it with. Cats can count on the fire brigade, and Rapunzel was lucky with her hair. Wouldn’t it be nice to sit on the ground again? I came to this city to escape.

If the demons lie within they travel with you.

Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.”
-Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit

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  • Alucard

    The opening of this passage is strangely evocative, yet incongruity seeps in with each passing sentence. I found the concurrent mention of cats and the fire brigade more than a little offsetting.. Perhaps I have been too grounded in the severity of my experiences to appreciate the levity apparent here. Interesting read nonetheless.

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