your eyes are the eyes of a woman in love

The current thing-I'm-writing-that-four-people-ever-will-understand is driving me up the wall. It seems like the more obscure the thing I'm writing is, the more I care about how it works, although this might be because when I write for reaaaaally tiny audiences it's always a really tiny audience of people who I really like and respect, so. But -- you know -- it's already got theoretical sections with German subtitles and varying text alignments and very few periods and many, many run-on sentences, and three POVs in less than a thousand words, and I keep thinking of more weird shit I want to do to it. Like: add another POV. Or font colors. Or a soundtrack.

just the water's fingers on the ground

Obviously, for every good writer, there's something in particular that makes them ten times better than the competition. In fahye's case that's her structure -- this is why she writes sonnets that make me want to, in equal quantities, a) do nothing but write sonnets for the rest of my life until I am that good, b) steal her brain like Sylar for the ability, c) give up writing because she did it best.

But apparently not only can she do that, she can do cybersteampunk, muslin skirts, chaos theory, psallopianos, keys, clocks, photographs embedded in the text, nursery rhymes, love, bordellos, revolutions, London, and the end of the world.

Which is to say: fahye wrote ariastar and me a five thousand word sonnet.

Which is to say: go read it.