Monday, December 05, 2005

Pasha et Jardin, contd-

It was in a moment’s instance that all the chatter of their surroundings dissipated. A giant chasm suddenly ripped their table apart from the rest of the world; everyone else rapidly sank into the descending mud, while Pasha and Jardin rested solidly on a narrow pillar of ground. It seemed like the only sentient purpose of that booth they sat in was to protect the lonely intimacy of these lovers. In sadness he spoke. His whispers echoed through space like a prophecy come true on judgment day. Jardin felt an odd distance from his words, like as if they were not his. Like as if he were not capable of uttering such emotions. Pasha made no attempt to mitigate the sadness in Jardin’s voice. The greatest insult one could hurl at another in such a situation would be to descend into an elaborately constructed pretense at empathy and utter the greatest lie of all: everything will be okay. That is the surest sign of the fact that the person cares a damn about you.


Blogger Ergo Sum said...

Hmmm... awkward sentence structure: "The greatest insult......."blah blah blah...

I think I could re-phrase that and come up with something better... not sure yet how though.

I'm just have a moment of anxidrpn. :(

12/05/2005 12:39:00 PM  
Blogger Rubicund Y. Logorrhea said...

Anxidrpn is a bother, to be sure. Phizer is now marketing Mgeghlg to take care of that... Check it out!

12/05/2005 01:10:00 PM  
Blogger Ergo Sum said...

Hmm... I should. Thanks for advice, Rubicunt. I also need to discard my bottle of Zoloft for some highly potent Zbfmora -- from Eli Lily.
I wonder why these drug companies come up with such hard to pronounce Egyptian names?!

12/05/2005 01:23:00 PM  
Blogger Semperviva said...

okay something about the first paragraph diden't flow for me but i really like it once it all comes together... i'll try and pinpoint it later on...mmkay love.. ciao

12/05/2005 02:23:00 PM  

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