kdecember | alterities

July 29, 2015July 29, 2015 antepurgatory Uncategorized cf.gaze, cf.writers, kdecember

“Is there a way to present myself as not hungry? ..You’re the second pyramid to the left, with eyes open, speaking into the ice trays, with this in mind.” – kdecember.tumblr.com – Katherine Osborne http://ift.tt/1gmeoj0

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January 26, 2015January 26, 2015 antepurgatory kdecember kdecember

“I navigate loss. The air around me takes shape and once I feel it’s edges it collapses again.” – Katherine Osborne, kdecember.tumblr.com

January 25, 2015January 25, 2015 antepurgatory katherine osborne, kdecember katherine osborne, kdecember

““I feel like I’m rebelling against people I really like.” ..I navigate loss. .. ..I was exactly here a year ago, but in a different way. ..I ..drive by the park that has been flooded. That’s what I want, too. I want to be overwhelmed.” – kdecember (via alteritiesFM)

January 17, 2015January 17, 2015 antepurgatory kdecember, prose kdecember, prose

It makes sense that the park where you used to work is now abandoned. ..There is a lake nearby, roller coasters, tall pines and a large space emptied of sound. Tell me a better word than abandoned, tell me how. – kdecember – KATHERINE OSBORNE

(kdecember’s writing is reminiscent of W.G. Sebald’s novel Austerlitz)

January 12, 2015January 12, 2015 antepurgatory kdecember, prose kdecember, prose

“When I broke up with him, that’s the last time I broke up with anyone. ..He said, “come back home” + I paused too long + said, “okay, okay i will.” Then he said, “no, it’s too late.” It was a little thing but he was right. After that he spiraled out of control. Not because of me necessarily.” – via kdecember.tumblr.com

July 8, 2014 antepurgatory kdecember, prose kdecember, prose

“I can’t be told enough. Don’t explain it to me.

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I watched someone walk into a burning building and not come out.

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I don’t know how to ask if anyone is okay without the small panic

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everyone offering to help without getting up from their booths.

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The rooster clock vibrating on the wall, falls for everyone, but me.

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[And] objects through me, across the room. I want to keep telling you.” – Katherine Osborne

June 24, 2014 antepurgatory kdecember kdecember

“I held on to my drink. He started to tell me. In a loud voice. He was telling me David died. He said fire. He said sorry for having to tell me like this, that he’s a little drunk. I…let him tell me what I knew. Let someone tell me. I listened for the ending. Same ending, the counters lit up. For the first time I could…be okay and mean it.” – Katherine Osborne