The concept came to me from the way that I handle memories. They are firmly locked into locations and often inaccessible unless I am close to them by proximity, either in place or another memory. I find that I am many selves nestled within each other and not like an onion but like a shifting hue through anti-sniper glass. Not distinct identities, mind you, but a way of keeping myself sharp. Add in the idea of a lighthouse and a vicarious idea of how best to torture the English language's tenses and [exclamation here]! A work is made. I had much fun writing this one — many thanks to Piano for pushing through the middle and making the candleflame motif, encouraging an idea of centeredness; and for Dinner, who encourages as always for me to post and is ever so excellent at breaking up and tearing down paragraphs to clean the way for the readers to walk this road without strangleweeds in the way, despite the beautiful flowers they make. You know exactly what foods this work would be. They are in the work itself, nestled in my favourite paragraph.
-Styg
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?