The Wastelands

Isolated from one another, they would project this untouchable transcendent aloofness on one another’s thoughts. This would have to do for now, since they really had only tragedy in common. Day by day, they could solidify their feelings of mutual abandonment by the other. Day by day, they reinforced the notion that the other simply did not care. All in error, for they were in each other’s thoughts…

They each sought an accessory in self-knifing, since no story should end with an unannounced character holding the blade.

It is a thing to hold up and laugh at, when there is some little irony to it…but lacking this twist or punchline, this moment of realization that something could be gleaned from it…left the whole ordeal mired in a perversity.