“I don’t know,” I said. “So many things I thought were true turned out not to be. And if those things are false, then how can anything be true?”
“I cannot help you,” the boar-god said. “You have no enemies worth trampling, and I cannot remake the world into a shape you understand.” He lowered his head. “All I can give you is one night of sleep. No dreams or demons will approach you. No doubts will yammer in your ear. You need not argue with old lovers inside your head, or tell yourself the stories you already know by heart.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“It is a small thing,” said the boar-god, “but small things are the beginning of courage.”
Figured I’d finally start posting at the new blog. It cross-posts, of course, and lord only knows when I’ll get the LJ archives imported, so I might as well start over there…of course, that means I’ll have to wiggle the crossposting until it actually works without committing atrocities to my image files, but it was gonna have to happen sooner or later. And now I can make LJ host my images instead of sending you all over to DA, which I know has been trying to unload Trojans on people now and again.
Fooling around with a new technique–hadn’t planned to, but I was roughing out the image and just kinda kept going. Lord knows, there have been long stretches when I would have been grateful for one night without anxieties yammering in my head…
Prints available in both sizes, as usual.