I stood outside the doorway to our ger, toothbrush hanging from my mouth. Gazing at the chaotic swarm of stars blanketing the night’s black. Mongolia, land of the clear blue sky, transforms at night; her blue skies fade to reveal the blackness of empty space, punctuated by the glow of distant stars.
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Writing and I have a love/hate relationship. And by that I mean hate/hate/love. But I’m gonna do it anyways… so you might as well come along for the ride
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Alex, I wonder how this piece would be affected if you tried it out in picnik. I feel as though I want the image while I read the text. Or at least I wonder if using words right on the image could intensify the feeling of insignificance of lone human in that night. I love the contrast of you with mundane toothbrush against the chaotic vastness of the universe. Does the final clause work hard enough?
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Posted 10 Jan 2008 at 8:34 pm ¶Funny you mention it… not quite picnic, but still kinda neat (and low-tech! well, sorta) http://writing.yulebomb.net/2008/01/10/mongolian-night-hypertext/
Posted 10 Jan 2008 at 10:49 pm ¶Post a Comment