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“The wind blew and dry seedpods scampered down the sands and stopped and then went on again.”
“What will you say? A living man spoken these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt.“
— Mar 01, 2026 09:13PM
“What will you say? A living man spoken these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt.“
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Ky Simpson
is on page 168 of 241
“He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering it has a yet a reality, known or not.“
“the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes.“
— Mar 01, 2026 11:27AM
“the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes.“
Ky Simpson
is on page 130 of 241
Am I ever going to know what happened to the world? How did they survive? Tell meee
Really, really good similes here:
“They stood in the rain like farm animals.”
“By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.”
“Reflecting back the sun deep in the darkness like a flash of knives in a cave.”
“Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
— Feb 27, 2026 05:23AM
Really, really good similes here:
“They stood in the rain like farm animals.”
“By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.”
“Reflecting back the sun deep in the darkness like a flash of knives in a cave.”
“Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
Ky Simpson
is on page 110 of 241
You know it’s a good old book when it uses the word trundle.
“He pulled the blue plastic tarp off of him and folded it and carried it out to the grocery cart and packed it and came back with their plates and some cornmeal cakes in a plastic bag and a plastic bottle of syrup.”
— Feb 24, 2026 10:09PM
“He pulled the blue plastic tarp off of him and folded it and carried it out to the grocery cart and packed it and came back with their plates and some cornmeal cakes in a plastic bag and a plastic bottle of syrup.”
Ky Simpson
is on page 68 of 241
Every time it says “the road” it feels like when they say the name of a movie in the dialogue.
“Then he just sat there holding the binoculars and watching the ashen daylight congeal over the land.”
“he left the boy in the dry”
“The unseen sun cast no shadow.”
“Where you’ve nothing else construction ceremonies out of air and breathe upon them.”
— Feb 24, 2026 11:53AM
“Then he just sat there holding the binoculars and watching the ashen daylight congeal over the land.”
“he left the boy in the dry”
“The unseen sun cast no shadow.”
“Where you’ve nothing else construction ceremonies out of air and breathe upon them.”
Ky Simpson
is on page 28 of 241
No chapters, only paragraphs. The road goes on and on. Life goes until it doesn’t, and then it goes on after that. The narrative seems so far removed because the father is just so out of it and in survival mode that he’s not feeling human anymore. He’s not feeling present anymore. He’s trucking forward, only surviving for his little son.
— Feb 23, 2026 11:37AM
Ky Simpson
is on page 14 of 241
Only a little bit in, but this is very very interesting. It seems like prose poetry rather than a traditional anecdotal storytelling. We’re about to see lots of beautiful writing and phrasing.
“Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.”
— Feb 21, 2026 09:44AM
“Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.”
