In Ersilia, to establish the relationships that sustain the city’s life, the inhabitants stretch strings from the corners of the houses, white or black or gray or black-and-white according to whether they mark a relationship of blood, of trade, authority, agency. When the strings become so numerous that you can no longer pass among them, the inhabitants leave: the houses are dismantled; only the strings and their supports remain.
I had a dream last night that I was in a plane crash. I realized it was going down, and then felt the lurch of the crash and then "woke up" OK, still in the dream. Someone told me that our luggage was scattered around and I got super pissed when my switch wasn't in my backpack because that meant I lost my Diablo III progress. After surviving a plane crash. I woke up to my precious switch securely next to the bed.
Why Glitch, how really unpleasant it is to see you, you sniveling coward.
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