I felt a strong desire to read this twice. Partly because I wanted to reread some of the descriptions which brought me to another place in my imagination that seemed more real than an image or video can usually evoke (the sunset light on the page through droplets on the window, and wandering through a bookstore that smells of old books and redwood trees), and partly because I couldn’t quite grasp how all the diverse pieces of this story fit together - of course making the arrogant assumption that pieces need to fit together (questions posed by a big typewriter, ghosts, stories within stories, human pens, and twigs). Or… maybe my arrogant assumption has at least some truth? Are each of these pieces twigs? And what of ghosts... do ghosts ever lie? Are their pronouncements ever wrong?
I found this to be a puzzling and thought-provoking piece. Thank you!
I felt a strong desire to read this twice. Partly because I wanted to reread some of the descriptions which brought me to another place in my imagination that seemed more real than an image or video can usually evoke (the sunset light on the page through droplets on the window, and wandering through a bookstore that smells of old books and redwood trees), and partly because I couldn’t quite grasp how all the diverse pieces of this story fit together - of course making the arrogant assumption that pieces need to fit together (questions posed by a big typewriter, ghosts, stories within stories, human pens, and twigs). Or… maybe my arrogant assumption has at least some truth? Are each of these pieces twigs? And what of ghosts... do ghosts ever lie? Are their pronouncements ever wrong?
I found this to be a puzzling and thought-provoking piece. Thank you!
You made it in to your characters’ literary references! Love this dance between reality and fairytale