He sent out such delicate rhizomes.
Searching, needful, thin filaments of light, of life.
Isn’t it funny, how we need to be needed or else we die? Quiet, ignoble surrender we just quit swimming and sink beneath the waves.
A death fantasy characterized by placid acceptance of the general shitty-ness of life.
So he found her, open to his life saving need. A spring of bitterness and defeat and eternal youth she let wash over her.
Spatial modeling of each flickering point of light overlaid on a giant map of the world shows a thin line of brilliance connecting points to one another.
Until the pinprick of luminescence blinks out and the connection snaps, out of existence.
Blip.
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I remember reading about how in certain parts of Asia and in Macedonia, people use cormorants to catch fish.
The fisherman uses a ring or tie on the bird's neck so it won't be able to swallow the fish it catches.
Every seventh fish the fisherman has to give to the cormorant or else the bird will stop fishing.
And if I remember correctly, after a few years, the cormorant won't fish for the fisherman any more.
The cormorant would rather starve than lose all but the seventh fish.
Except maybe that last part isn't true.
The fisherman uses a ring or tie on the bird's neck so it won't be able to swallow the fish it catches.
Every seventh fish the fisherman has to give to the cormorant or else the bird will stop fishing.
And if I remember correctly, after a few years, the cormorant won't fish for the fisherman any more.
The cormorant would rather starve than lose all but the seventh fish.
Except maybe that last part isn't true.
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