(no subject)

right...
Got in to interview, all went well. Now I just wait.
Must feed self and get car an oil change before heading home.


It's nice and cold and rainy out. I'm wearing fleece. I like this.

OK, no really, I should stop procrastinating and just go.
I'm off to the Post-Pennsic thingger this weekend, so many of you won't see me. But many of you will, so see you then!
- K.

Caul

There's a place.
A physical
emotional
metaphysical
place.

Call it The Line.

It's gone by different names.
The End.
The Wall.
The Void.

Always something terminal,
because it is.
An absolute terminal place I strive to push past.
Know what lies beyond.
Beneith.

Somehow, no matter how hard I push,
that line, writhing like a snake, manages to worm out from under my foot.

Pushing myself to the very edge of physical and emotional endurance.
Self punishment, fear, and guilt goading me on.

Yet the line springs clear.

I am left wondering why I do it.
Why do I take these chances? Why does fate tempt me so? Taunt me so?
What is it that I look for? Strive for?
Left empty not understanding, not knowing?

Still, the line stands before me,
streching on to the horizon.
Still I hound the line.
Ignoring the fogs that cloud my mind.

Chased by invisable demons,
Chasing intangable ends.

- K.