Handstand and dog, by Adrian Williams
Moonsky
I’m trying to break my severe writer’s block. I found myself typing without really knowing what I was typing, and I decided to run with it and wrote this stream of consciousness something in 15 minutes or so. I think we should all have 15 minute writing exercises. They’d be like bicep curls for the otherwise out-of-shape writing part of your brain.
Anyway, Moonsky …
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I once slept on a train.
Washed in the pale of the moonsky, I was lulled as the silhouetted hills rolled by, like the scaly humps on the back of a giant lumbering reptile. The last thing I heard before I was embraced in the warmth of slumber was the steady but drifting thud of the tracks underneath me.
The musings and confusings of a virtual nomad.
