[You are walking along the shores of an infinite beach. It stretches out as far as the eye can see, both before and behind you. The ocean stretches beyond the horizon and the sand in the direction stretches just as far.
You are compelled towards the beach, you think it will ease your loneliness as head back towards the sand... except your way is blocked. The sand rises upwards, blocking out the sun, becoming a dune that you cannot possibly scale and when you step away, it appears to stretch to the horizon once more.
You look towards the ocean. There you wade through gentle waves and delicate foam. As you start to descend further into the surf, you suddenly realize: You cannot survive here, the pressure would crush you. You retreat back to the shore, the only place you seem to be able exist in.]
[ he'd flip out more if not for the soothing atmosphere of a dream: ephemeral, transient, like the boundary between land and sea. instead, he just frowns as the sun is blocked out by sand and the water feels too deep.
it pisses him off to walk the line, but he'll do so, however long he's supposed to. ]
[ it kinda hurts to ground himself in conversation, what with being lightly stabbed today, but it's not so bad. he looks out at the water with clear interest. ]
[He drops to the sand and draws a symbol with his finger-
渚]
The character for the surname given to me means "shore". I feel like that's where I always am. A shore, or an intermediary, both sea and land and neither at the same time. I used to dream about breaking free.
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Week 6, Monday
You are compelled towards the beach, you think it will ease your loneliness as head back towards the sand... except your way is blocked. The sand rises upwards, blocking out the sun, becoming a dune that you cannot possibly scale and when you step away, it appears to stretch to the horizon once more.
You look towards the ocean. There you wade through gentle waves and delicate foam. As you start to descend further into the surf, you suddenly realize: You cannot survive here, the pressure would crush you. You retreat back to the shore, the only place you seem to be able exist in.]
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it pisses him off to walk the line, but he'll do so, however long he's supposed to. ]
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Oh, it's you.
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[ it kinda hurts to ground himself in conversation, what with being lightly stabbed today, but it's not so bad. he looks out at the water with clear interest. ]
Where's this?
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[Helpful!]
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well that's okay, he'll kick at the water a little anyway, watching how quickly its replaced and how his footsteps vanish. ]
Obviously!! [ he clicks his tongue. ] I mean, it's the, uh—ocean, right? Like the beach I showed up at.
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[ dreamscapes, and mental landscapes. nightmares. ]
So, what—some big metaphor about how you feel stuck here?
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[He drops to the sand and draws a symbol with his finger-
渚]
The character for the surname given to me means "shore". I feel like that's where I always am. A shore, or an intermediary, both sea and land and neither at the same time. I used to dream about breaking free.
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"Used to?" You don't anymore?
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[ considering where they've ended up... he wanders through the water, testing the boundaries of the shore, letting the sand suck at his feet. ]
So, what are you gonna do about it?
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[ he's used to just trying to survive, nothing so grand. he tries walker deeper into the water, almost encouraging something to block him off again. ]
Why don't you try walking out of here now, then? Don't see why you have to stay all locked up by whatever anymore.