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.
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-title: L'appel du vide
-id: lappel-du-vide
-genre: prose
-
-epigraph:
-    content: Don't you know you can't go home again?
-    attrib: Ella Winter
-    link: 'http://books.google.com/books?id=yybDMC0TRIwC&pg=PR12&lpg=PR12#v=onepage&q&f=false'
-
-project:
-    title: Stark Raving
-    class: stark
-    order: 14
-    next:
-    - title: Boy on the bus
-      link: boy_bus
-    - title: I think it's you (but it's not)
-      link: i-think-its-you
-    prev:
-    - title: Ouroboros of memory
-      link: ouroboros_memory
-    - title: Love as God
-      link: love-as-god
-...
-
-I. Walter
----------
-
-Walter [rides the bus][] into work on Wednesday morning when he realizes, with the force and surprise of a rogue current, that he is in the home-for-death phase of life.
-That era in which the next time he goes under, to the fields of seaweed waving gently, the anemones slowly filtering seawater, it will most likely be for a death in the family.
-
-He is able to idly speculate on who it might be, and this surprises him.
-Not much does surprise him after these few months above the waves, because so many things did surprise him those first few months: the plants standing still, the quickness of the fluid these creatures walk in, the lack of pressure that still makes him feel so alone and cold---as if all of his life he had been in an embrace by the ocean, and now for some reason it's pulled away from him, and it doesn't love him anymore.
-
-His speculations lead him to picture his grandmother, small and frail and forgetful.
-He always assumed she'd be next, since last year when the other one died and Gina said,
-"I wonder who'll be next."
-She said what they'd both been thinking.
-
-Soon after that he'd come up to land, to the mountains of all places, the most land-like land, and started a job with an [accounting firm][].
-While it was challenging to adjust to the change in pressure and movement, to people staring at him on the bus, in the supermarket, at the job, him with his scales and fins and breathing machine, he'd always made a point to make the best out of a situation.
-The problem was that the best wasn't good enough.
-
-[accounting firm]: telemarketer.html
-
-II. L'appel du vide {.verse}
--------------------
-
-And I'll get in my car and drive \
-and I'll want to keep driving \
-straight into the next state \
-or even the next country \
-or even even the ocean
-
-and go down deeper \
-keep exploring forever \
-find out what's down there \
-go to the Marianas trench \
-miss the air world and \
-come back up \
-itself a kind of unknown \
-the homecoming after
-
-What happened to the home I was?
-
-[rides the bus]: sense-of-it.html
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