Aventures with my desk drawer.

Found this as I was cleaning out my desk. I wrote it on the train on my way back from Greensboro at the end of FWT--late February--and it's languished on paper ever since. Felt like typing it in and posting it, before it got lost in the mess of packing.

"Photographs are time frozen in film and congealed on glossy paper, and for that I treasure them. But they are nowhere close to eternal. Watch paper rot over thirty unchanging years for proof."

Post-Ohtori Mikage, Black Rose spoilers, obviously. Subject to typos. Don't know if I'll ever have the time to continue this, but I figured one or two of you might get a kick out of what I have.

( The rest: first two scenes. )

Notes from another fandom: Happy belated birthday, Minerva McTabby!

(Have received my sorting. Am contemplating. Am resisting urge to do Utena crossover.)

On a more miscellaneous note:

I don't drink, but this just begged to be iconed for someone who does. From Two Lumps.



Steal away.