Feb 22, 2013

From the Grave to the Cradle

Must you wake up?, she asked me, Wake up and leave us? Now that I finally read her vacant eyes, now that her blank, gypsum face reddened with the color of her words.
"Pantheopolis," I said, "will be fine without me."
I didn't believe it.

by Shaun Tan

Fear of waking up: People talk about it.

Fear of long words: There's a long word for it.

The prompt above was motivated by a dream of sparsely-furnished white rooms inhabited by silent people made of cold, living clay.

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