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pocketsizedquasar · 4 years
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day two was, of course, about hamlet.
again, all the ones i’ve done so far are on my instagram, so you can see them there if you don’t wanna wait for me to transfer them here since on tumblr i’m a few days behind.
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“escapril" day 2: growth/decay how long will a man lie i'the earth ere he rot? - hamlet, act v, scene i 
tell me how it ends, sweet prince, tell me it is not this. if you ever did hold me in your heart --  but no, that's your line, isn't it? "draw thy breath in pain, to tell my story." i'm trying. how does this story end? how long can a man draw his breath in pain before he breaks how long can a man tell a story that isn't his before he forgets i am losing myself, my prince, i am losing myself, something's rotten in the state of denmark and i am losing myself in it so please, tell me how this ends. tell me it is not this. 
alas, poor prince, i knew him now rots a noble heart. i grow weary of telling thy story, my prince,  grow weary of this rotten ending. how long can i tell this story ere i rot? how long will you lie in the earth ere i break?
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pocketsizedquasar · 4 years
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day three is about ishmael, or it’s about cecil palmer, or it’s about me. i’m not sure.
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“escapril” day 3: is anyone listening? "I am a storyteller. The story may do you no good. Huh. But a story is never for the listener. It is always for the one who tells." - Welcome to Night Vale "but how else can i hope to explain myself here? and yet, in some dim, random way, explain myself i must, else all these chapters might be naught" - Moby Dick
you have heard this story before, my friends, i'm sure, but lean close, listen anyway. it may do you some good. i am not telling this story for you, my friend, but listen close, hear me anyway. it is burning me out from the inside, eating me alive, and so this may do me some good.
i don't know how to tell you why i am telling you -- don't know how to say that no, it was never "inspiration" that made me tell this story, but something more like hunger, something more like greed, something more like survival. so let me tell you this story, night after night, let me tell you this story, a thousand and one times, like it is the only thing keeping me alive because maybe it is.
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