For without sorrow life wouldn’t be so sweet…
-The Latin Pimps
I’ve been listening to the Ghosts and (appropriately) the Editors, and I’ve been making lists of my favourite names,
Yasin… Or Yasen (because of what it means in Russian)
Alexandra… or Sasha (the diminutive in Russian)
If I could have twenty children with you, if child-bearing and rearing wasn’t painful and messy and awash in snot and poop and massive tuition and healthcare billls, this is what their names would be.
I don’t like how “real” reality is sometimes.
3 thoughts on “Love Letters, part four”
You are boring me write something to get me angry
That’s why I write stories — I can have hundreds of children and hundreds of names without a single contraction. 😀
Natalia said: “I don’t like how “real” reality is sometimes.”
Whether you like how “real” reality is sometimes, you continue to show the sole actually-informed judgment on this issue, and as always. So what is good for you is in fact good for everyone.
Until some time passes, I will not be able to comment on your story “The Blunt Mirror” (whether you even want my comment or not) because I am physically and mentally exhausted from work and I’m not thinking clearly enough to post anything useful. Perhaps later I can post my own reading of your story, if that’s OK with you.
Hope things are going well with you.