I'm shaking slightly from the exertion of holding your weight, but if I let go, the shaking won't stop before we hit the ground anyway. I'm going to shift my weight--I assume that sharp intake of breath signifies pain. Well, we'll get out of this one way or another. Either someone will find us and take pity on us, or there's always the long, slow, inevitable fall to our little, meaningful deaths.
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This one is confusing to me. I assume the character is hanging from a cliff or something and holding on to something solid with one hand and another person with the other, yeah? How would shifting weight work in this situation? Why would letting go mean both people fall-- couldn't the person just let go of the other person, not the solid object?
ReplyDeleteI like the phrase "little, meaningful deaths."
(I had written a whole long comment and then it signed me out instead of publishing [that was my fault].)
ReplyDeleteThe comment was something about that I was thinking it was possibly more about their relationship than an actual physical situation (though it could be that, as well). One person taking the brunt of it because they liked the other first, etc., and then they fall in love. Of course, it doesn't have to be about that, and on one level, the comment shows that I've been musing about such things this long long week.
I also like the phrase "little, meaningful deaths" because most people juxtapose "little" with "meaningless" but you didn't and that says something and I like it.
I didn't even remember writing that. The good news is that I also don't remember the the reasoning of the piece. I think I wrote it late at night.
ReplyDeleteI suppose it's about the struggle of holding onto things being worth the pain.
All things, or just certain ones?
ReplyDeleteThings, Janelle. Some things look like one and end the other. Others start and end as bad as before. But the problem is that I can't see the future and also can't see the past, and that things are things and nobody can change that.
ReplyDeleteSorry. It's just that I can never tell anymore. Or maybe I'm just noticing that I can't tell more often.
ReplyDeleteYou can't see the past?
Who is actually able to see the past clearly? Memory can be a deceiver, as well as those traitors, feelings. Dreams and feelings affect the future in a similar fashion.
ReplyDeleteGeneralizations, to be sure, but maybe there's a kernel of truth there.
My eyes only work in one direction. ONE DIRECTION OH NO
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