Monday, September 9, 2013
Brian makes us reflect on Why We Missed Him tonight as he has knotted up another in his series of Striped Ties. This one is brilliant white and midnight sky. She was barely able to see the stairs, let alone find a safe way up them. How did he let it get this bad? As she made her way up, she moved piles and piles of books and magazines and newspapers out of her way. If it was words, her father had kept them. She squirmed her way through a small, packed doorway and suddenly, the room opened up before her. It was astonishingly empty. The walls were...grey? No. As she looked more closely, she saw that the walls, once white, were now filled with her father's small, tight writing. Every spare inch was covered in words. Her eyes blurred; this was it, his final opus.
Brought to Life by Nance at 10:30 PM