Letting Life Lead
For ninety-two years, she’d leave the tube tank and enter the twenty-six foot deep observation aquarium. She swam melancholy circles; show time simulated life; the people cheered. Saviors opened the outer gates, but the sea called the mermaid’s withered heart no longer.
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.
A little bit of life... A little bit of writing.... A lot of awkward.
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Willie Gordon Suting | poet | writer | freelancer | bibliophile | crooner | fashionista | Shillong,Meghalaya,Northeast India
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An old man wrestling with the alphabet. And other stuff.