I'm not sure
who is still around who remembers me, but the time has finally come to
hang up my BETA coat. For personal reasons I stopped doing
serious RP this fall and once that fire went out I never could quite
find that spark again, but I never really thought I'd actually
quit. However tight finances have caused me to have to cut my
subscription to MxO as well as my other online games. I might be
back eventually, but probably not soon.
So this is goodbye
Syntax; my account is up either tomorrow or the next day. I have
some nice memories of the people here and there were a lot of good
times. Nothing can quite compare to the old Sphinx on
Linenoise. Anyway, I wish you all well and here is a parting poem
to usher the kitty out. ::Grins:: Take care, take care.))
Untitled City
I sometimes imagine that the trains go elsewhere
That the Red line to Furihata could take me far away from here
Over the mountains
Like there’s something more out there
For a world built on limits the city seems to have none
Just a vast concrete cobweb of glass and stifled dreams
It pulses in our subconscious, like gunfire from the overpass
The lingering kiss of another age
I sit on a park bench as the sun crawls overhead
The streets are busy and people go about their lives
It’s a place where the busses always run on time
Like clockwork
A vast inhuman machine
Skyscraper cogs and interstate springs
Even as I sit the wind changes
And somewhere Westview is burning
I feel lost in this place
A city so vast, so crammed with people, that you can hardly find anyone at all
This place where neon green signs hum in the darkness
And peace is at the bottom of a glass of Absinthe
~CheshireCat
