Worth 50,000: Day Twenty Four - Perforations.

[momebie]

This church is see through. It's a Belgian art work, which you can read a little more about here, but I'd like to think of it as being used as an actual church. I imagine sitting on the floor and looking through the cracks and just being allowed to contemplate the world rather than any specific iconography. After all, it's the physical realm that affects the most. Or is it?

When was the last time your character felt they could really, truly trust the world around them?



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Comments

[presentiment.livejournal.com]

Very brief comment (because om nom nom, love food!!!!) to say that that church is beautiful. I can't imagine how awesome it would be to be inside of it!

[glass-houses.livejournal.com]

The moment before his brother was killed.

[lady-ganesh.livejournal.com]

I always knew. The others would talk sometimes about the plans they had made, about having to say goodbye to the life they'd always wanted.

But I'd known. Sure, I thought it'd be zombies, but I'd known. I'd known it was all temporary, that someday civilization as we knew it would be in the shitter and we'd all be clawing for whatever scraps we could find.

But knowing it didn't make me special, or smart, or anything. It just made me an asshole.