The Feeling Of Before he attempted the walk, Peter considered it a homage to Philippe Petit. Through incessant research, he came to know the historical spectacle between the world trade towers in the 1970's and the man who staged it. And through that research, Peter felt a strange one-way kinship between him and the acrobat. He considered him a brother and mentor of sorts, silently judging him through history printed in black and white photographs. But there was always a smile. A slight nudge of the shoulder, a grin, the occasional nickle pulled out of his ear. And even though Peter never fully understood the man's intentions, nor his state of mind when heThe Feeling Of by ~AntiqueGuard
Insignificant Little Things He thought he had a lot more control than this. He thought he'd gone over the situation a million-billion-trillion times, ran over every possible excuse, alibi, reaction, reason and he told himself firmly to calm down and take a deep breath and even though he'd done all those things, taken all of those precautions, wrote all those notes, reminders, mementos on how to behave like a fucking decent human being, he still found himself, searing and livid, tossing his fine china set against the wall and watching it shatter into a million-billion-trillion little tiny pieces, eyes wide and pale, pale hands trembling.Insignificant Little Things by ~AntiqueGuard
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