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wordcarvings
koutarou kurashiki
Let my art be the sound of my soul / Let it reminisce of the good times / Let it scribble the lines of the bad times / Let it bloom with excitement / Let my art be a representation of me / Just let it be me
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Date: 2017-07-20 12:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2017-07-20 03:47 am (UTC)[ He pulls the picture from the sketchbook and offers it to him. ]
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Date: 2017-07-20 06:17 am (UTC)[ Ryoji takes the paper in his hands, staring down at it... It's an uncanny feeling, like looking at a picture of yourself in costume, dressed and masked and yet still knowing that it's you. ]
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Date: 2017-07-20 09:58 am (UTC)Are you alright?
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Date: 2017-07-21 04:59 am (UTC)[ Ryoji looks up, blinking away a reverie. ]
Yes, I'm alright. I was just thinking... I guess about what it all means. How some memories are just scenes like out of a movie, to be remembered and which affect you. But aren't real. How would you feel if your memories were real? Or prophetic?
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Date: 2017-07-21 06:35 am (UTC)[ He looks down at his hand where it grasps the pen, at the veins with dark ink in them instead of blood. ]
I don’t know, to be honest.
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Date: 2017-07-23 05:51 pm (UTC)...In either case, there's no point in worrying about it. It's too early to tell, so... Forget about what I said.
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Date: 2017-07-26 06:27 pm (UTC)