{"id":1975,"date":"2006-11-07T02:23:00","date_gmt":"2006-11-07T02:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/11\/07\/no-reason-to-be-scared-of-other-people-were-the-ones-who-carry-the-flame-the-light\/"},"modified":"2006-11-07T02:23:00","modified_gmt":"2006-11-07T02:23:00","slug":"no-reason-to-be-scared-of-other-people-were-the-ones-who-carry-the-flame-the-light","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/11\/07\/no-reason-to-be-scared-of-other-people-were-the-ones-who-carry-the-flame-the-light\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;No reason to be scared of other people. We&#8217;re the ones who carry the flame, the light.&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sunday &#8211;  we were still a city burning, but now on the horizon, as if the time between us were embodied in distance, impulsive steps out into a desert. <a href=\"http:\/\/porphyre.livejournal.com\/395841.html\">Persepolis<\/a>, though his name might be the name of my next god-child, I was never certain if I would wake next to him <a href=\"http:\/\/porphyre.livejournal.com\/458304.html\">again<\/a>. Enchanting,  built of admirable social immunities, a strange ruin painted with glyphs that I desperately want to run my fingers over. Even in the bed, under familiar strings of lights that <a href=\"http:\/\/www.drawcaliber.com\/\">sang starlight like blood-cells<\/a>, wrapped around a body that felt like evolution&#8217;s most satisfying proof, I didn&#8217;t know if he would keep me safe in the morning. He did today. I know I want him to again. <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/wired.com\/wired\/archive\/14.11\/sixwords.html\">33 writers. 5 designers. 6-word science fiction.<\/a> The old meme is back, <a href=\"http:\/\/silenceleigh.livejournal.com\/1112784.html?mode=reply\">what&#8217;s yours?<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Saturday &#8211; a different house, one letter different. I literally vaulted over him to get out of bed when I realized we&#8217;d slept through the alarm. Over and out, into the rest of my clothes and up the stairs, without even saying goodbye, leaving only a kiss brushed quickly on his cheek, too quietly to wake him fully. My last glimpse of him, through the closing bedroom door, was one of a selkie trying to hide under blankets. It was only at the bus-stop that I realized I was going to be fine, I wasn&#8217;t even close to being late. Tea could have happened, breakfast even. I wondered, belatedly, if I should have woken Mark-with-a-K for his audition and mildly cursed the erratic illusion of clarity that comes from waking in unfamiliar surroundings. Early mornings after late nights, working seven days in a week, it wears &#8211; I left my mother&#8217;s umbrella behind in my abstracted rush.<\/p>\n<p><i>more on heart of the world when I am awake<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sunday &#8211; we were still a city burning, but now on the horizon, as if the time between us were embodied in distance, impulsive steps out into a desert. Persepolis, though his name might be the name of my next god-child, I was never certain if I would wake next to him again. Enchanting, built &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/11\/07\/no-reason-to-be-scared-of-other-people-were-the-ones-who-carry-the-flame-the-light\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;&#8220;No reason to be scared of other people. 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