/lit/ - Literature

Also, I'm out of cigarettes today.

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These battlestations make mine look like a child's who's writing video game fan-fiction.
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Outside on the back patio. Usually in complete silence, but I'll throw on some music if it fits the tone of the passage I'm writing and isn't so catchy that it distracts me.

The Shanties were thrown into a state of perpetual night time with the erection of the Plate. Two miles in diameter, the pie-shaped structure holding the majority of the citizens towered high above the Shanties and blocked out all of the Sun's natural light. Fading spotlights that were barely maintained and originally installed upon the Plate's underside did little to shine down illumination on the Earth below. Far from content with the paltry pitter pattered offerings of failing bulbs above, Shanty citizens took to their own methods of bringing a homely glow to the grounded space they inhabited. Oldworld Christmas lights and copper cables with hanging bulbs of dimmed yellow were festooned from the tops of sheet metal shacks. Men and women of the Shanties were resourceful folk, and Che respected them for that. They upkept their communal latrines with a sort of reserved pride, content with the idea that they relied as little as possible on NatGov and the technologically advanced world above to self-sustain. Clucking chickens and snorting swine fed fat with TECAP provided feed walked about casually amongst the people upon the muddy roads, likely having escaped their coops and now enjoying a short stroll of freedom until their masters came looking for them. In between alleys of thin corrugated metal panels and rotting wooden foundations, Che walked indiscriminately, paying little mind to the shouts of 'noncontributing' proletariats that emitted from the dinky abodes. Black shadows played across his face between the warm glow of flickering filaments as he stepped over clods of dirt, crumpling into dust under his boot. Sad, he thought to himself, as his hand passed over massive rivets that were bolted into the cast-iron shell of a large, igloo-shaped whorehouse whose storefront's seductive neon lights of buzzing pink and yellow called desperately for patrons. Sad that those who choose to think so differently from NatGov's industrious principles were deigned to live in...

Photo's from about a month back, but this is more or less my day-to-day.
Work about 3-4 days a week and spend any and all free time reading and writing. Still don't see myself as living the literary life.