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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[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?