No matter what you do, you're going to learn the truth

[sovay]

There were two girls waiting for the bus last night when I left the theater, against a concrete wall in the dirty sodium light. I didn't have a camera on me and I couldn't have gotten them in those orange-peel shadows and the flash of passing cars, but I can't write about them without making them sound like chess pieces or a Tarot card. I should have had a better view of the girl on the left; she reflected more—white skirt, short-sleeved linen blouse, a straight fall of peroxide-platinum hair. The one on the right could have been posing, except that I also slouch against walls with just my shoulders and gravity; the streetlight made her hair as black as her tank-top, a two-tone illustration, the same color as her cargo pants. I don't know their relation to one another. I thought they were talking, but I didn't hear anything said. I want them to be daimons of the city, one of those pictures that says everything about a time. They were probably students.

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[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

I want them to be daimons of the city, one of those pictures that says everything about a time. They were probably students.

I should think they could be both, myself.

After all, daimons must have their student days; I doubt they're taught so much that's directly useful to doing their jobs, but the experience of being students will be important to them in some ineffable fashion, and think of how many contacts they'd be able to make.

Or, to put it more prosaically, many folk will serve the role of daimon for a moment in someone else's experience.

Tis pity you weren't able to get a photograph, but you've drawn a fine picture of them in words, and I thank you for sharing it.

[sovay]

Or, to put it more prosaically, many folk will serve the role of daimon for a moment in someone else's experience.

Hand off the numinous, turn by turn . . .

Thank you.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Hand off the numinous, turn by turn . . .

Exactly. I like this line, by the way.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[timesygn.livejournal.com]

They were goddesses. Either that or the twin ravens perched atop Odin's shoudlers, whispering sweet nothings of the impending eschatus ...

The nights are colder on our island. The forecast for tonight: dark. Growing brighter toward morning.

[sovay]

Either that or the twin ravens perched atop Odin's shoulders, whispering sweet nothings of the impending eschatus ...

I like that. Is thought or memory black or white?

The forecast for tonight: dark. Growing brighter toward morning.

Hah.

[timesygn.livejournal.com]

According to the Eddas, Huginn ("thought") and Muninn ("memory") are both ravens, and black. That thought and memory would be black suggest a bleak outlook - very appropriate for the Norsa. Don't you think?

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Well, were they alive?

[sovay]

Well, were they alive?

They looked it to me . . .

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Fair 'nuff. Quite a pair to observe in your peregrinations, though. And well-described. Maybe keep them for something later.

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

I like to try and imagine the wager they were about to make and who was to carry it out.

[sovay]

I like to try and imagine the wager they were about to make and who was to carry it out.

You win.

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

You've created quite a picture here, as well as any camera. :)

[sovay]

You've created quite a picture here, as well as any camera.

Thank you. I still wish I had some talent for visual art.

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

I feel the same. Sometimes I want colored chalks in my hand, rubbing on textured paper. I want to smear the image into being, physically, and see it in more than structured letters. My attempts have returned me quickly to writing.

[movingfinger.livejournal.com]

Descendants of these ladies, (http://www.mfa.org/collections/object/the-garden-wall-5162) perhaps.

[sovay]

Descendants of these ladies, perhaps.

If I see them at the MFA, I'll know for sure.

Thank you!

[movingfinger.livejournal.com]

Or Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens II. We should be so lucky.

[sovay]

Or Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens II.

That would explain the wager cucumberseed conjectures . . .

[sovay]

I wish I had dreams like yours.

Thank you, although that was waking life!