Wednesday March 9, 2016
Book 16: Big, Dumb Objects — Part III


YAEYOEFUI: This "lacuna" as you call it, is lovely. It is a long-drawn sigh, resonating softly with the harmonies of peace...

SORLIE: Oh, Yaeyo, you're a poet.

YAEYOEFUI: ...wrought and fraught between breath-rending screams of raw, ragged rage.

SORLIE: Right... Would you like to go back inside?

YAEYOEFUI: If the sky will fill with horror, I must suffer a roof, secure in security's grief.

SORLIE: So, inside then.

YAEYOEFUI: Yes please.