Created Wednesday 06 October 2021
Should have chrystalized this earlier. Just an artist. The story of an artist. Who happens to live in a certain Zeitgeist. And so this is how his arti appears. (And, yeah, this one has to be a he. It has to be me.) Who he is and where he is in the plot (ha!) doesn't matter. Just throw him in and see what he does. That's an artist. Well, what he makes new there. Art still is progressive. But Modern art showed little.It's a cool line, but a dead end.
But he and I both need our muse. We are alone wihtout our muse. There lies loneliness.
Street WALKER. A Walker. And not exactly a younger one. But he was a worn man young. The survives in the System's Market.
But doesn't walk the dog all four vigils. The last vigil he goes out alone to do his art.
Be My Precious Little
I am a happily-married professional in my 50s. As an aside to my career, I write silly scifi stuff. Ideas more than stories, really. But have recently reached a limit of it. Being scifi, you'll not be surprised to learn this involves trying to understand an alien mind. In this case, that of a race, the Succbi, who infiltrate the Human world evolving into it. They evolve by evolving into other interstellar races, this case the Humans. To be able to evolve so generally means they evolve by undergoing a practice common across all races: Eating. They evolve by being eaten. And so they first evolve most quickly into being enticing. But even that takes a lot of trial and error to get right. And so a lot of the early Succubi will, well, miss the mark. But one early one hits it perfectly. And her name is Precious Little. She is the queen of the hive that spreads through humanity.
And I have no idea what she should be like.
Quite clearly, must be 420 friendly (and just friendly in general wouldn't hurt either).
We'd meet at a public location of your choosing, stay only there and part ways from there. My treat, too, of course.
Installation quickly removed from the Craiglist gallery