How strange her brain is: she can’t work herself out.
You’re just as anxious about this as I am.
Black clouds spill upwards against the pale sky.
The storm arrives at half-past noon.
The impossible is impossible until the very moment it is not.
Everybody is asking questions these days.
It occurs to me this is a sign of the times.
It looks very much like a camel to me.
It must be well beyond midnight.
Who on earth knows the time?
You know what you look like?
When the light hits it differently, even familiar places turn strange.
Might I recommend a quiet walk in the woods?
Everyone wanting something for nothing.
So there you go, that’s what it was for.
She suspects she is safe.
At about this time of night, the village ducks go insane.
It was important to me once. It’s not any more.
The world keeps turning and it has carried them with it.
But there we are and that’s how it is.
It’s down to us to keep going.
There we are. Simple as that.
We all fall into darkness.
How strange this all is.
But right now I’m enjoying this particular something.
Maybe later we’ll do something different.
You know what I mean.
We are doing something.
Do you want to do something?
Stand still. Be quiet.
It’s rather good so far.
I do hope it’s amusing.
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