I couldn’t think up a good idea for this post, well actually I did, but I failed to develop it. So here I’ll try, well I’ll write something I don’t know what it is but I’ll try.
And I say a beautiful table, covered in the heavenly food, the sweetest fruits, and the most savory meats. And for the food I couldn’t eat recognize I felt a grand hunger, I knew and I still know today that it would have been the best food I’ve ever eaten. And in this desolate landscape, I needed more food.
Yet I remembered the warning ” don’t eat the food, don’t drink the water, don’t look at it, and don’t think about it. You shall hunger but you must leave as soon as possible. For the greatest pleasure comes at the cost of your youth.” I remembered my brother’s warning as his hair turned white and his skin turned gray. But I digress, I am dwelling in my thoughts and my time runs short I passed the table, and as I continued I heard a woman asked, “isn’t your world sad?”
– Notes from the man who grew up among faries