Using the same line, Navidson goes outside, stretches the fishing line from one side of the house to the other only to find it is a quarter of an inch too long.
Exactly.
in fact the entire coast along with tens of thousands of acres of inland forest is burning but we’re leaving, we’re getting away, we’re free, our hands battered by the clutch of holding on--
By midnight she was saying she loved me. She said it so many times, I stopped counting. By morning, despite numerous hints, she couldn't remember my name.
I gave her an almost paternal hug and kissed her on the cheek. Above us airplanes roared for the sky. She told me to keep in touch and I told her to take care and then as I walked away, I waved and with that bid adieu to The Happiest Place On Earth.
no family, no mom no day, no people just a vulture and a fucking photojournalist i wish i were dead right now i wish i were dead that poor little baby this god god awful
what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.
And then the nightmares will begin.
“--days, I think. And I… I don’t know.” (Drink of something; unclear what.) “Actually, I’d like to burn it down. Can’t think clearly enough to do it though.” (Laughs)
Unfortunately, there was no question in my mind that she would think I was certifiable if I started rattling on on about animals and Hand shadows, mutable as letters, as permanent as fame, a strange be-- aww fuck, the hell with the rest.