Um...it's unfortunate that you've written this amazing fic that's left me incapable of giving it the feedback it deserves. I'm a little speachless, or should that be typeless? Either way, you done something truely outstanding and unusual with this. your writing just continues to impress the hell out of me. The way that your love of language is so clear, and your willingness to play with words, to take risks with naratives, structures, styles, is so refressing. I love never knowing what you're going to do next, it's really exciting. I loved the repetitions here, the cyclical nature of it, the dizzying, trippy way that themes and words, even whole paragraphs, wove in and out of each other and repeated, but each time they came back they'd changed shape, meant something new, something different. Loved the brief glimps of the Immortal (I'd like more of him), loved the way that the whole fic felt unfolding, even when it was uncomfortable or gross -- maybe especially then, I don't know. Loved the characters trying and fighting and loving and dying and coming back around to do it all over again. Loved the way that reading it made my brain go zing because I was trying to think too many things at once. I even enjoyed the way that at times it got dense to the point of confusing (normally that might annoy me, but here it just started feeling like an extended prose poem). Especially loved the final part though i couldn't tell you why, it just felt so sad and so perfect -- Xander dying and still trying to keep Andrew happy; Harmony and Justine, Eve still searching for Lindsey, Lorne dying alone somewhere; Kate still being a cop in a crisis. Buffy, Dawn, Conor, Angel, Spike all gone. Just gone. Reminds me how much NFA hurt to watch. I think I've rambled incoherently enough now. See, this is what you've done to my brain. I feel all inspired *g*