I suppose there's no chance of a glorious revolution? Or indeed of your London falling down into the dark? Not much use, a cannery, when none of the things that swim are even fish--well, aside from the bound-sharks. Good luck eating them, though, with all the iron on them.
Not a zee-ztory or a memory of distant shores. An appalling secret, perhaps? A tale of terror? Perhaps even a searing enigma or a dread surmise . . . but whatever it is, I can't deny that it's interesting.
I have a moment of feasting to recall, so it's more than worth the time for me. It will not stand up to the hunger for long, but every once in a while I will take it out and look at it in my mind, and every time I will have hope that the hunger may someday end.
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Date: 2018-04-12 04:31 am (UTC)Not a zee-ztory or a memory of distant shores. An appalling secret, perhaps? A tale of terror? Perhaps even a searing enigma or a dread surmise . . . but whatever it is, I can't deny that it's interesting.
I have a moment of feasting to recall, so it's more than worth the time for me. It will not stand up to the hunger for long, but every once in a while I will take it out and look at it in my mind, and every time I will have hope that the hunger may someday end.