Paridhi Agarwal - I made it flood

I made it flood

There’s mud in my sandals.

The ocean hitched a ride to our main road. I hope you took
the long passage on a bridge of unfaltering water this time.

I took a walk outside and it rained, I said, nettled, because
it still was. I didn’t realise you’d write a religion about it.

I’m sorry. I didn’t read the weather forecast, so I didn’t think
to ask — is there a deluge happening inside you?

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I can't decide if the first line as printed at inkscrawl is the title or the first line or both. I prefer it as both. Also I can't help reading this as somehow about sex.

Books: another update

Wheee, books. I've also been reading the Dark is Rising series, but I'll review those en masse. Lodge's Campus Trilogy I won't treat as I usually do series', because they're so disparate.

This set of reviews could be summarised as 'unhappy with various endings / resolutions'

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince: ( Unexpectedly annoying! )

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Road: ( Fascinating, but no Coraline )

David Lodge, Changing Places: ( Unsatisified with ending )

David Lodge, Small World: ( Better book, but more problematic, or I trust Lodge less here )