“One of the best gifts he ever gave me was a lesson about fear. There ain’t no reason to be afraid. Nothing in that fuzzy dark wants anything to do with you, son. It’s why you always gotta keep a little bit of monster inside you. Anytime you start feeling afraid of that darkness, pull out that monster and remind em who they talking to.”
Damn, Roman. This one sits somewhere deep in my belly. I loved every word.
Those dimmest wedges of time flutters, beautiful are they not!? Holds…. No! they are a sacred language of space. Of its own accord, reveals mysteries that flank the shadows membrane. Instead this space extends to us a reverence. Not fear… fear. Issues an invite to grab hold and temper the terrors. I like the potentials that we can friendship fear.
Roman… Exceptional!! This entire piece is a visual and linguistic festival. Both succinct and poignant of memories and mysteries. Effortless slip of location inside mind's landscape. That can both devour and temper.
This is beautiful. I wish I had an experience with my father like that. My father had seven kids in 13 years, (me being the oldest) and he was swamped by a tsunami of his own making. Because of our large pack, I never had an opportunity for one on one with him ever. So, this is really great to read. Like a place I'd love to visit but know I never will.
And I continue to enjoy your use of language and words.
This is really great work. Your commentary feels alive against the consistent Darkness theme in the piece. I also find a lot of peace and wisdom in walking at night, and this piece beautiful narrates that experience. Really dope.
It reminds me of this one panel comic I have had saved since forever, it’s a tiny girl sitting on a sofa next to a massive demon thing, offering it a porcelain cup and going ‘more tea?’ and the caption says ‘you can’t always conquer your demons but sometimes you can make friends with them.’
Another great piece Roman. As you said, remind them who you are and what you have for them. They can smell and sense fear, so it has to be pushed aside. Got a real snoop and droop feel on this one. Superb job. - Jim
This is fantastic. I was hooked the moment you described the night as hungry. It reminded me of walks with my grandfather at his farm in the dark with no city lights to hide the stars. Then the part about Afghanistan and the monster... great stuff.
THIS WAS FUCKING AMAZING, BROTHER.
DAMN.
Thanks, John.
“One of the best gifts he ever gave me was a lesson about fear. There ain’t no reason to be afraid. Nothing in that fuzzy dark wants anything to do with you, son. It’s why you always gotta keep a little bit of monster inside you. Anytime you start feeling afraid of that darkness, pull out that monster and remind em who they talking to.”
Damn, Roman. This one sits somewhere deep in my belly. I loved every word.
Don’t you just love when other people get it?
They just roll and roll and roll in timpani barrages. 🌀🌀🌀🌀
Those dimmest wedges of time flutters, beautiful are they not!? Holds…. No! they are a sacred language of space. Of its own accord, reveals mysteries that flank the shadows membrane. Instead this space extends to us a reverence. Not fear… fear. Issues an invite to grab hold and temper the terrors. I like the potentials that we can friendship fear.
Roman… Exceptional!! This entire piece is a visual and linguistic festival. Both succinct and poignant of memories and mysteries. Effortless slip of location inside mind's landscape. That can both devour and temper.
I admire Julia Perrodin's writing. She admires your writing. I can see why. Funny how that works out.
Nice to make your acquaintance Roman.
Likewise, Baird. Thank you for introducing yourself!
This is beautiful. I wish I had an experience with my father like that. My father had seven kids in 13 years, (me being the oldest) and he was swamped by a tsunami of his own making. Because of our large pack, I never had an opportunity for one on one with him ever. So, this is really great to read. Like a place I'd love to visit but know I never will.
And I continue to enjoy your use of language and words.
This is really great work. Your commentary feels alive against the consistent Darkness theme in the piece. I also find a lot of peace and wisdom in walking at night, and this piece beautiful narrates that experience. Really dope.
Thanks for reading, Chris!
I love that the restack rate on this piece is almost 100%. Speaks volumes for the beauty of the writing. Incredibly beautiful writing.
Thanks, Linda!
It reminds me of this one panel comic I have had saved since forever, it’s a tiny girl sitting on a sofa next to a massive demon thing, offering it a porcelain cup and going ‘more tea?’ and the caption says ‘you can’t always conquer your demons but sometimes you can make friends with them.’
That concept is definitely true for me.
Just incredible writing, Roman.
Thanks for reading, Kelly!
Another great piece Roman. As you said, remind them who you are and what you have for them. They can smell and sense fear, so it has to be pushed aside. Got a real snoop and droop feel on this one. Superb job. - Jim
Thanks, Jim. Great to have readers like you.
This is fantastic. I was hooked the moment you described the night as hungry. It reminded me of walks with my grandfather at his farm in the dark with no city lights to hide the stars. Then the part about Afghanistan and the monster... great stuff.
Thanks, Amelia. I appreciate the read. Funny how those monsters follow us around. And how we go about making peace with them.