weaponise the timeline.
“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?” — Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray. ———————— connie lit the wrong end of the cigarette blade took it away said it was bad for her connie had lost control hastily broke the glass it smashed into pieces on the ground blade picked up the pieces small cuts on his fingers he put them back together piece by piece with tape connie took the glass tears in her eyes cupping it in her hands her palms bleeding as she walked away water, she had to clean it connie poured into the glass but it could no longer be full the glass could not be filled anymore water seeping out through the cracks like her tears flowing from her eyes connie walked to th...
