Hopefully this hasn't already been a point of discussion (I've gone through most of the comments on this post, but not all of the meme), but James Wesley has a really poetic turn of phrase. I just kinda wonder what the thinking was behind writing him like that, whether it's a deliberate choice to balance Fisk out.
I mean, take these two quotes: 1.4: They say the past is etched in stone, but it isn't. It's smoke trapped in a closed room, swirling, changing, buffeted by the passing of years and wishful thinking. But even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant: the past can never be completely erased, it lingers like the scent of burning wood.
1.11: Growing to love something is really simply forgetting slowly what you dislike about it. I'll be perfectly honest, the situation calls for it, I do not love this city. The crush of the unwashed garbage stacked on the sidewalk, the air that seems to adhere to your skin, the layer of filth you can never completely wash away.
James Wesley, poet
I just kinda wonder what the thinking was behind writing him like that, whether it's a deliberate choice to balance Fisk out.
I mean, take these two quotes:
1.4: They say the past is etched in stone, but it isn't. It's smoke trapped in a closed room, swirling, changing, buffeted by the passing of years and wishful thinking. But even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant: the past can never be completely erased, it lingers like the scent of burning wood.
1.11: Growing to love something is really simply forgetting slowly what you dislike about it. I'll be perfectly honest, the situation calls for it, I do not love this city. The crush of the unwashed garbage stacked on the sidewalk, the air that seems to adhere to your skin, the layer of filth you can never completely wash away.
Any thoughts?