STORYSPACE & PROJECTS: And life on Mars
I fell asleep last night on an idea and now it’s lost because it was too cold to get out of bed and shuffle to the laptop and write it down.
But this morning I started reading and realized why Anne in Story 1 is so bitter. Where her life was being led because she was too weak to swim against the tide, and where and when that silly notion had been put into her head.
Paths is becoming more than what it was. I think the difference is the hypertext atmosphere. It’s like looking under leaves in autumn woods. Or landing on Mars without a map.
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