The loss of knowing loss. The grief of a grief, a meta-grief, is what I've taken from this gripping and heartbreaking piece. It makes me think that there is a line of beauty in grief - the gratitude of past joy. A very powerful, sad and jarring piece. Thank you for sharing your creative gifts with us, Waymon 💚
I enjoyed this, sweet tension, palpable one feels with the character. then that shift in perspective with slow understanding and awareness. that something other needed the memories to feed on, to live...
Wow! This was so heartbreaking and eerie! Bravo!
Thank you, Gregory.
Heartbreaking.
Eerie.
The worst kind of horror isn’t what you see… it’s what you slowly realize you can’t trust anymore.
Even your own memories.
The loss of knowing loss. The grief of a grief, a meta-grief, is what I've taken from this gripping and heartbreaking piece. It makes me think that there is a line of beauty in grief - the gratitude of past joy. A very powerful, sad and jarring piece. Thank you for sharing your creative gifts with us, Waymon 💚
Aidan, this is such a beautiful read of it: “the grief of a grief” is exactly the space I was trying to explore.
That idea that even pain has meaning… and what happens when that meaning is taken from you.
I love what you said about the gratitude of past joy… that line between beauty and devastation is where so many of these stories seem to live.
Thank you for really seeing it. That means more than you know 💚
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The membrane feels taut here. Like it’s close to tearing.
That’s exactly the feeling.
Like something is stretched just thin enough to hold… but not forever.
"And this time… something answered. Not a memory. Not something human. Something vast." Such foreboding here. And a perfect ending, Waymon
I love that you pulled that line out.
That’s exactly where it starts to widen… where it’s not just a memory anymore.
Something bigger is paying attention.
I enjoyed this, sweet tension, palpable one feels with the character. then that shift in perspective with slow understanding and awareness. that something other needed the memories to feed on, to live...
“Sweet tension” is such a good way to put it… that’s exactly the feeling I wanted before things start to turn.
And yeah, it’s that slow awareness that gets me.
The moment where you realize it didn’t just start… it’s been happening.