
hey laura! here for tag <3
i love how descriptive and powerful your writing always is, and this piece is no different. it seems to be just a single moment in time, of these two people together and reunited after so long - but there is longing and there is relief and a sense of quietness that stretches between the two of them as they stand together. and even though we might not know the details of their relationship, that doesn't matter; her presence seems to quiet the storm/noise in the narrator and give them an overwhelming sense of relief that she's there
you could hear the rhythmic flow of the narrator's inner voice throughout this moment and i loved that; i loved how some words were repeated in order to really emphasize them. it read a bit like poetry in that sense but i thought it was a powerful bit of storytelling
these little slices of moments you give us are so great and so full of emotion, and your writing is always a joy to read
<3
Your writing is always so deep and layered and beautifully cryptic, AND I have covid brain, so idk if I'm completely missing the mark but I loved how I picked up this sense that these two have been reunited after having been separated by death? The wood and satin, a coffin, plus your tag about vampirism helped. XD
It makes their relationship feel eternal, just like vampires, the fact that it's still here after cities have risen and fallen, histories have been buried, time has passed and generations have died, but here these two are, watching the sunrise, a thing that will always keep happening no matter what happens to the mortal world. <3
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I can't understand Russian (pardon my ignorance) so I'm not sure what the story is called but it feels as though it should be something along the lines of nostalgia <3 with all the mentions of 'before' and the description of the city being a graveyard that gets built on - repeatedly - to become a multilayered place of generations and dynasties. Or maybe the title is a reference to capturing a moment of togetherness, knowing that it's not going to last forever, one that can be replayed in one's memory repeatedly.
Love the images of sunrise, of walking through cities just like millions who have gone before, the descriptions of clothing - black leather against white fur like a yin-yang symbol - vodka and cigarettes, heat and cold. The colours are so visceral. And the silence is so palpable. There's such a dreamlike and hazy quality to this, almost as if I'm recalling a memory after drinking a whole bottle of vodka and I'm not sure whether it's real or my imagination.
Beautifully written as always.
Meera <3
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i love the pure longing in this and i feel like it's for the sunrise and the sun and the days and i love that because it's a vampire story and these two are both just...like they seem cool and hot and yk, like vampires generally do, because they are, but it's all tainted with this longing for something they can't have, that they have to look at it from a tunnel, wrapped in smog and smoke and just glimmer of sunrise and idk i just really liked the image in my head.
they have each other and they're so wrapped up in each other but then there's the sun and then they're not even looking at each other but they're looking at what lil sunrise they can and that's just tragically beautiful ?
kris
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I love this line--"This city is a buried thing" it's jsut so UGH and it drops me in the middle of the longing and grief that our narrator is experiencing. And all the color that you use in this, even though it's so short, is so important. I think it is such a great way to impart meaning and description in such short words; we place so much meaning in colors! And I think that leaves so much up to the reader to decide about who the narrator and subject are :)
All the alliteration is stunning, really gives me the feeling of rambling as I read. Like there is such a desperation behind what the narrator is thinking that they can't pause for a moment to even breath. I am left wondering who hurt who, or did anyone hurt anyone? Did they just fall apart? Is there a chance to return to something? Your ending is so lovely, too. I am wanting more, but I am also so satisfied with it. Which is so spectacular. I can never ever do an ending, and this one is so beautiful.
Such a great little drabble!
Catherine <3