The Drunken Parallel Lines
A Prose Piece (originally published on Facebook on Oct 8, 2025)
O Clay, what is it you wish for, to make my heart ignite in this drunken flame?
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White and black clouds drifted astray down to the Clay village. They met the Clay Maiden, who offered them shelter until the moon’s season ended.
The Clay is steeped in melancholy, for the white and black clouds have transformed into two parallel lines.
Thank you for reading.
Yoshiko Amemiya
Oct 7, 2025