All the fantastical things will remain in my mind...
The fire inched toward me before I could feel its heat. By the time it reached me, I was numb to it and unaware I was being burned.
So now - a key-strike compresses into the clacky-plastic slab, and now - the dust leaps from my heart as it begins to ba-bum.
We do our best to live our very best life, but mayhaps our best life is the afterlife, and mayhaps that was the mystery grasped by the world long ago.
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
Where there is depth, there shall be naught, and where we wade in the shallows - there will be peace.
I want to have the book fully written (not edited, just written) by the end of November, at the very latest. The title of the book is 2203.