December 1st, 2009 at 10:53pm
Chapter Two:
What an amazing scene of being drunk. I'm serious. I especially fond of "...seemingly in awe with all the tiny blood vessels webbing beneath my paper thin ageless skin." You never wait to add greatness. Your work is superb all the way through.
Now we have the next step: heartbreak. And, let's not forget, how it is coped with. In this case, we have a common situation--alcohol. He's stuck in that thing called loneliness that is actually feared.
You use words to paint a picture, though not a pretty one. Not that it should be. Piss-stained concrete. Stench. He's outside of a bar, sinking lower and lower. We weren't sure exactly where his mind was in the first chapter... he was teetering between high and low. It is now clear that he is somewhere none of us would want to be.
I love how you use no names, and how you do not disinguish who is the devil and who is the angel.
You keep the consistency from the first chapter by referring to statues once again. After being sentenced to endure what they have, they must feel ancient like a statue. Plus, I imagine what they have seen is exhausting, turning part of them into stone. Their hearts, perhaps? Except for one, whom he now thinks has crossed the line of being the only exception. Now he's just drowning in the thought the the other must be categorized with everyone else. He feels the need to turn that part of him that isn't hardened to stone, but can he?
Cliffhanger! You bring back the sadness, but this time there's a color mentioned. Violet. What a spiritual, innocent color.
Of course it's a yes, Sara. Stop doubting yourself.
He indeed is correct. He is lost.
That was a delicate, harsh, and just altogether touching. I loved it. You're just a talented writer.