my friend amy...
...was minding her own business last week when suddenly the Shadow crossed her path.Before it did, she crossed the path of a more benign shadow: that of a bicycle being lovingly rendered by one Ellis Gallagher, an artist and self-appointed shadow-tracer in Amy's neck of the woods (that's Brooklyn to you).
Amy has to travel this week, away from these friendly neighborhood shadows and toward the Shadow that falls every which way around us all, all the time.
Safe journey, Amy. Come home whole.
posted by lisa schamess @ 19:18
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Hi, with all due respect, friendly neighborhood shadows ARE the shadows that fall every which way around us, all the time, the world over. EVERYTHING IS FAIR GAME! Never forget this. Thank You.
Um. Your sense of metaphor is broken. I know a good guy for repairs, if you want his number.
OK: here's a test of our relationship. Was that TTA, or an imposter?
TTA
Oh, I knew it was imposter, with a capital I.
It has been scary and exhiliarating to note, to date I think I've only mistaken an incoming A. for TTA once.
Thus does individuality triumph again over virtuality (to say nothing of basic human connection surviving cybertricks)
It does triumph, it does. Plus, if you're a person who loves words as much as you and I do you can cotton on to a voice pretty quick.
We do NOT like the imposter. We think he/she's a P.I.A.
TTA
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