Inksmith
Restoration Schwartz/excerpt
CHAPTER I — SHHHHHHHHH
THESE are the days, definitely, to keep an eye out. That’s to say, in my estimation if ever in the history of the whole world, now’s the time to let nothing pass you by, or else. There are problems to sort out, like the fate of the soul and so on because it’s all happening everywhere all at once, in spades, every minute of every day with volume like you can hardly believe, all the time. We’re being transformed, far as I can tell, so when I go, `Whatever happened to her?’ to me this is big. Well, I swear to God I’ve been looking. I’ve been keeping an eye out.
And the hell of it is, if there’s no love left anywhere, or more like it when that came down on me personally, I think I was transferred — my everything — over to this gigantic other place where I’m so shook-up stricken and then there, that’s where I get caught in a such a mean bag –I get stuck out in the cold and I’m lost: Unkissed.
I got this huge unkissed-ness thing.
And that’s really how I was dropped after all, and really how come I get to hear the sparkle is my bet, why I think I can turn discard into something so flush, (I swear to God I can do this sometimes), and because I’d better; or else like I said I’m just voided, and I get cold and lost and I am nowhere.
Truth: I’d sell my soul, my self one dollar at a time for just one chance, one taste, one kiss, one last touch from her, my Undine.