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acesodapop.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2007-01-03 11:19 pm
3 january . fight club . there is a light that never goes out
Title: there is a light that never goes out
Day/Theme: 3 jan // ...still can't remember the last time you slept.
Series: fight club
Character/Pairing: narrator, (thoroughly connected to) tyler
Notes: ahahha, i sort of went for the obvious series with this theme perhaps. rated pg!
The city feels more alive when there's no one awake. You take a walk down the paved street, not a car in sight to make you take pause or check both ways, either way. There's a sort of heightened awareness of self, a rush of blood to your head and fingertips (when it's cold, they turn red, like alarm blinkers, warning sirens that you are Alive and Well and Smart) and if you feel like running, you can run faster than you've ever imagined, faster than anyone could ever see you by daylight. At night, you are perfect.
Tyler's ruined this for me. He's ruined plenty of things -- my apartment, for one, and certainly my sex life, for two -- but this I can't ever forgive him for, ruining this for me. I could take a stroll around the city, but now it feels too easy. Sleep's too easy.
Everything.
On a cold night (and by all technicalities, it is morning, but there are those who decided that night, who is beautiful, must be ignored in the comfort of bed in favor of morning, who is crude and ugly and brutally honest) you can walk up to me, standing in the middle of the street.
If you can see the red of my swollen fingertips, you've come too close.
*
Day/Theme: 3 jan // ...still can't remember the last time you slept.
Series: fight club
Character/Pairing: narrator, (thoroughly connected to) tyler
Notes: ahahha, i sort of went for the obvious series with this theme perhaps. rated pg!
The city feels more alive when there's no one awake. You take a walk down the paved street, not a car in sight to make you take pause or check both ways, either way. There's a sort of heightened awareness of self, a rush of blood to your head and fingertips (when it's cold, they turn red, like alarm blinkers, warning sirens that you are Alive and Well and Smart) and if you feel like running, you can run faster than you've ever imagined, faster than anyone could ever see you by daylight. At night, you are perfect.
Tyler's ruined this for me. He's ruined plenty of things -- my apartment, for one, and certainly my sex life, for two -- but this I can't ever forgive him for, ruining this for me. I could take a stroll around the city, but now it feels too easy. Sleep's too easy.
Everything.
On a cold night (and by all technicalities, it is morning, but there are those who decided that night, who is beautiful, must be ignored in the comfort of bed in favor of morning, who is crude and ugly and brutally honest) you can walk up to me, standing in the middle of the street.
If you can see the red of my swollen fingertips, you've come too close.
*