<!DOCTYPE html> <!-- AUTOCENTO OF THE BREAKFAST TABLE --> <!-- vim: fdm=indent --> <html lang="en"> <head> <meta charset="utf-8"> <meta name="generator" content="pandoc"> <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0, user-scalable=yes"> <meta name="author" content="Case Duckworth"> <title>Love Song | Autocento of the breakfast table</title> <link rel="icon" type="image/png" href="trunk/favico.png" /> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="trunk/style.css"> <script src="scripts/randomize.js" type="text/javascript"> </script> <script src="scripts/hylo.js" type="text/javascript"> </script> <!--[if lt IE 9]> <script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"> </script> <![endif]--> </head> <body id="lovesong" class="elegies"> <article class="container"> <header> <!-- title --> <h1 class="title">Love Song</h1> <div class="header-extra"> </div> </header> <section class="content prose"> <p>Walking along in the dark is a good way to begin a song. Walking home in the dark after a long day chasing criminals is another. Running away from an imagined evil is no way to begin a story.</p> <p>I am telling you this because you wanted to know what it’s like to tell <a href="window.html">something so beautiful</a> everyone will cry. I am telling you because I want you to know what it is to keep everything inside of you. I am telling you.</p> <p>Can you see? Can you see into me and reach in your hand and pull me inside out, like an <a href="ronaldmcdonald.html">old shirt</a>? Will you wear me until I unravel on your shoulders, will you cut me apart and use my skin to clean up the <a href="ex-machina.html">cola you spill</a> on the floor when you’re drunk?</p> <p>I want you to know that I want you to know. Do you want me? To know is to know. <a href="poetry-time.html">I, you want we.</a> We want. That is why we’re here. To want is to be is to want and I want you. Do you also? Check yes or no.</p> <p>There is a way to end every story, <a href="swansong.html">every song</a>. Every criminal must be caught. Even those who cry dry their tears. I cannot tell you all I want because I want to tell you everything. <a href="hands.html">There is no art because there is no mirror big enough.</a> We wake up every day. Sometimes we sleep.</p> </section> </article> <a id="textlink" title="Source file" href="text/lovesong.txt">¶</a> <nav> <div class="anchors"> <a href="backlinks/lovesong.html" id="backlinks" title="Links to this page"> φ </a> <a href="index.html" id="coverlink" title="To cover">◊</a> <a href="#" id="randomizelink" title="ERROR">ξ</a> </div> <a class="prevlink" href="howithappened.html" title="Previous article in Elegies for alternate selves"> How it happened </a> <a class="nextlink" href="roughgloves.html" title="Next article in Elegies for alternate selves"> Rough gloves </a> </nav> </body> </html>