From ecda49e0b20ad3bd52449356dccf2f8095ecfb70 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2015 21:49:45 -0700 Subject: Flatten directory structure All content files (*.txt, *.html, *.river) are now in /. I did this to simplify the compilation step, and to make linking easier. I'm still thinking about whether I should move the contents of js/, img/, and lua/ into /, or into an 'assets' folder of some sort. We'll see. --- src/i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.txt | 64 ---------------------------------- 1 file changed, 64 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 src/i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.txt (limited to 'src/i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.txt') diff --git a/src/i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.txt b/src/i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 3f6423e..0000000 --- a/src/i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,64 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: I wanted to tell you something -id: i-wanted-to-tell-you-something -genre: verse - -project: - title: Autocento of the breakfast table - class: autocento -... - -I wanted to tell you something in order [to][] \ -explain the way I feel about the [Universe][], \ -its workings, etc. But I couldn't [yesterday][] \ ----I'm sorry---I wanted only to [ball][] \ -myself up and cry all day. It was the [sixteenth][] \ -day in a row this happened to me, and to [be][] - -more than two weeks waiting to cry is, \ -especially when, the whole time, I wasn't able to, \ -absolutely horrible. It was no sweet sixteen, \ -I'll tell you that much. Unless at yours, the Universe \ -kept telling you to quit having such a ball \ -and that you should have died, like, yesterday. - -At first, it feels like you're winning---that yesterday \ -you really were meant to die, but since you still _are_, \ -you beat the system somehow. But the Universe bawls, \ -"No, I meant you should've crawled into \ -a hole and fucking _died_!" And then the Universe \ -punches you right in the gut, something like sixteen - -times, and all you can think is, "Some sixteenth \ -birthday! Maybe I will go die in a hole." Yesterday, \ -at times like this, is a luxury the cruel Universe \ -refuses to give you. This is when it's a pain just to _be_, \ -when that Marvell line about "[rolling our stuff into one ball][Marvell]" \ -just seems glib, when you don't want one body, let alone two. - -Something else that may come as a surprise to \ -you: over the past more-than-a-fortnight, these sixteen \ -days, I've had nothing to eat but crackers and a cheese ball. \ -(That's not entirely true---yesterday \ -I had some candy, peppermints and Jujubes.) \ -Maybe this is why I'm so mad at the Universe--- - -because all it has ever wanted, this Universe \ -that gave me life, fed me from its breast til I was two, \ -and even before that, made a place in which I could be--- \ -all it's wanted was for me to take the sixteen \ -steps to sobriety, fold the Eight-Fold Path over yesterday \ -and step around it lightly, as I would an exercise ball, - -but the problem is, dear Universe, there's no way I could be \ -something as hard as all that, to wake up yesterday \ -morning, stretch over my sixteen selves, bound out like a ball. - -[to]: poetry-time.html -[Universe]: initial-conditions.html -[yesterday]: exasperated.html -[ball]: ouroboros_memory.html -[sixteenth]: sixteenth-chapel.html -[be]: love-as-god.html - -[Marvell]: http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/coy.htm -- cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81