Let's Try This Again

[wolven7]

Day Zero:

Tell me what you see. What this makes you think.

Comments

[twistedchick]

The skeleton of a dire wolf. Someone walking on the edge of a lava cliff. Straw flowers. Broken glass. A figure who both is and isn't there.

Uncertainty. Instability. Someone slipping between worlds without control or safety.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

without control or safety

A perspective I'd not considered. Thank you.

[raoin.livejournal.com]

the birth of a planet, the first man walking on that planet, death in beginnings, birth in endings.

"if everyone picked a flower, there would be no flowers. but that doesn't mean that you shouldn't pick one."

[wolven.livejournal.com]

But if we plant the seeds from those flowers, there'd be flowers, forever.

[mrvi.livejournal.com]

John Constantine, with all that implies

[vonfaustus.livejournal.com]

ditto.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Good and bad.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Good and bad.

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

You can't learn if you know everything.

New Mexico?

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Red cliffs and bright suns. Also could be Mars.

[sadistic-apollo.livejournal.com]

lessons learnt from the foolish.

or possibly a very subtle ricrolling

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Well, as long as you understand it, Zero isn't ever going to give you up.

[theapplethief.livejournal.com]

Fata Morgana. A mirage.

the phrase "les temps sont durs pour les" comes to mind.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Very true. But we gotta start somewhere ;)

[thenowhere.livejournal.com]

I see John Constantine - and then there's too much to see and think and I'll have to spend more time on it, because the synchronicity is eating my brain.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

You should e-mail me, when you've thought on it, more.

[paosparti.livejournal.com]

it reminds me of the interdenominational walkers in the Neil Gaiman book Interworld

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Huh. Very interesting. Thank you.

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

Dawn. Sunrise after an epic party and no sleep, the kind that has made me equate epic hangover with rebirth and feeling shriven.

Zero becomes one. Initializing. 'Fuck it', and the 'delete it' comes next. Rebirth. A seed. A black egg. Scissors, severing ties as well as lifelines.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm. Thank you.

[momentai.livejournal.com]

fire, creation, destruction, and amazement and/or wonder.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Nicely said.