there are a lot of persons (not only people) on the lower levels:
the shaman
(who finally performed the frog's funeral and who listens to all the dead people)
the little blonde girl with her machete
(who wanted to kill the priest named Almond, but then when he was seen for real recently at the miner's funeral, he seemed so small and weak so she didn't)
the monkey who sometimes sits on the left shoulder of myself
(who likes the lake)
the dragon
(on the cliff, protecting [whom?] from the muddy Miyazaki's creatures)
someone's sister-brother-mother-wife
(in connection with their brother-lover-husband-teacher-pony)
the old woman sitting on a cushion
(who doesn't believe in stories but she's the one who decides)
itd.,
są też niższe poziomy ale trudno tam coś ponazywać, bo to są te z twarzami dinozaurów.
wczoraj zapadałam się w śniegu po pas na tym odsłoniętym odcinku na Halę Gąsienicową i niemal słyszałam jak DSSN zadowolony z siebie szepcze mi do ucha: watch your step!
this 'dangerous' part unparalised me.
of course we can make more stories about the 'future' and wait until we are 'ready' or dead, but it's like watching a movie. I think I'm done with preparations because it just seems like an excuse from seeing that "Future" and "Fear" starts from the same letter.
writing this is obviously a Story&Meaning-making, but it's also kind of training, for one of the new books, the one about the Airport.
one cannot make a book without building a narrative, but has to be careful not to believe in it too much.
this world is really more interesting than all this thin (fat?) kings, the dogs named Emilia, Emalia & Emulsja really existed at the Airport.
the shaman
(who finally performed the frog's funeral and who listens to all the dead people)
the little blonde girl with her machete
(who wanted to kill the priest named Almond, but then when he was seen for real recently at the miner's funeral, he seemed so small and weak so she didn't)
the monkey who sometimes sits on the left shoulder of myself
(who likes the lake)
the dragon
(on the cliff, protecting [whom?] from the muddy Miyazaki's creatures)
someone's sister-brother-mother-wife
(in connection with their brother-lover-husband-teacher-pony)
the old woman sitting on a cushion
(who doesn't believe in stories but she's the one who decides)
itd.,
są też niższe poziomy ale trudno tam coś ponazywać, bo to są te z twarzami dinozaurów.
wczoraj zapadałam się w śniegu po pas na tym odsłoniętym odcinku na Halę Gąsienicową i niemal słyszałam jak DSSN zadowolony z siebie szepcze mi do ucha: watch your step!
this 'dangerous' part unparalised me.
of course we can make more stories about the 'future' and wait until we are 'ready' or dead, but it's like watching a movie. I think I'm done with preparations because it just seems like an excuse from seeing that "Future" and "Fear" starts from the same letter.
writing this is obviously a Story&Meaning-making, but it's also kind of training, for one of the new books, the one about the Airport.
one cannot make a book without building a narrative, but has to be careful not to believe in it too much.
this world is really more interesting than all this thin (fat?) kings, the dogs named Emilia, Emalia & Emulsja really existed at the Airport.
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