Gone Fishin’
I hate to spoil your fun.
I swear I’m telling the truth.
But I’ve told you everything I know.
I’m feeling really strange.
There was no shelter to be found.
What about hard work and loyalty, not to mention coolness and courage and charm?
No more big ideas, please.
More people having more and more thoughts.
Because thoughts were real.
Perhaps that was why the universe was expanding.
The collision of ideas and images.
That’s all a sunset was: an exultation of dirt and dust.
Some of the clouds were beginning to be stained by the sinking sun.
Please don’t let me go mad.
He lowered his head again and pressed on.
Remember who you are.
An empty threat is always a sign of weakness.
Are you threatening me?
You think she’s a good person?
Do you think I don’t know about that?
What keeps them awake at night?
What have you got for me?
Why had he not always found life so disturbing and so poignant?
He strode forward, as if trampling his doubts underfoot.
We’re going to make this thing happen.
I’m ready either way.
Don’t worry, old man, we’ll find a way.
Nothing was right; nothing could cure her restlessness.
He was going to have to escape alone.
She had just walked away and never faltered.
Do we have a reliable driver?
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