In PassingThey passed each other on the street. He saw her out of the corner of his eye and thought she seemed familiar, so he turned around to get a better look. But her back was to him now, and he couldn't tell.In Passing
I should just forget about it and keep going, he thought, though he knew it would bother him for the rest of the day if he let it go like that. Just then, she paused, and turned to look at something – a sign? A window display? Her own reflection? He couldn't tell – allowing him to see her face again. He stared at her, trying not to make it too obvious that he was staring. He was certain he knew her from somewhere. He d
Lady, waitingShe lives in a dead world.Lady, waiting
No, dead isn't the right word. In order for something to be dead, it must once have been alive, and this world never has been. It likes to pretend it was, with its deserted, crumbling towers and spires, structures that look as though they must have been lived in once, but she knows, somehow, that they have always been just as they are now. They were created in exactly the state of partial decay that they are in now, and they will continue to be so forever – half falling down, half rotting away, but never more than that.
Nothing changes in this world. It is always sunset, the moment jus
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