Tag: architecture

Funny how things turn out.
We’re having an adventure.
Are we escaping?
We didn’t have a squeak of trouble.
Nothing was sacred.
Everything disappeared.
No answer.
Tell me what happened.
I’m not sure if that makes any sense.
It doesn’t matter.
Eventually, the place went out of business.
Close your windows.
He needs his space.
Tomorrow seems like the only thing that will solve anything, ever.
There was one more thing.
He enjoyed going with the flow.
Can I offer you just one piece of advice?
Leaving behind a delayed silence.
And then a certain emptiness filled the space.
Nothing to see here.
Knowing what was coming without really knowing what was coming.
We all make certain compromises, of course.
Has she been here before?
She feels vaguely threatened.
It’s growing darker, the deeper she goes.
I think this is going to have a bad ending.
Visiting hours are noon to eight.
Why did you come back?
Just come and visit me.
Let’s get out of here.
I didn’t even want my own things back.
You never know when things will resurface.
I selected two photos and threw the rest away again.
There was always something extra he could do for someone.
It would be nice to be able to see my prey better.
I want to be ready and have perfect vision when the world collapses.
I’m not insane.
I should be more wary, have less faith in people.
Does that have any kind of resale value?
Am I being too obvious?
No one moves.
There is room here.
Maybe it is a trap.
I’ll be right there. Sit tight. I’m on my way.
Love, where are you?
I find myself calmly standing sentry there.
Where was I? In dark woods.
I don’t move, however. I stay right where I am, in bed.
What are you thinking?
He had looks and, she imagined, charm.