Tag: b/w

It seemed somehow to complicate things.
His patience was that of pride.
That was not humility.
You’re making something of me I’m not.
You take yourself with yourself.
Anywhere you go, you can still ask what it’s all for.
I haven’t thought anything else for years.
Talk about wasting your time!
Gone Fishin’
Why don’t they get up and go somewhere?
Nothing happened. Over and over the same hour passed.
Why did they make so much fuss?
He won’t stop talking.
It isn’t like anything else.
He had not thought that he had any answers.
What did you do it for?
His face were as indifferent as stone.
His silence was grand and oppressive.
All right, all right, everything’s all right.
He was much too tired to travel on the road.
There’s nothing left to us, now, but one another.
On the road he could walk with sorrow, as he walked through the rain.
The sun, it’s like we could all get out and live again.
It took her a long time to answer.
There was a silence between them.
When are we going home?
Sun must be down, it’s getting cold.
The place still empty?
There’s a place I used to go to.
Do you want to walk? It’s lovely out today.
I don’t want to read today.
It was nothing to do with her.
What had she to say, anyhow?
You think of anybody special?
I’m not one to judge.
Some step was missing.
We’d moved up a notch in the world.
Gone Fishin’
I was flattered, and startled.
I tried to write that tale down once, and found I could remember only fragments.
I think I’ll stay home and tend my roses.
A place you get lost in.
It did not puzzle me too much.
I set right off. I was curious. You know how it is.
I didn’t know if anyone lived there. I never asked.
The wind had fallen. There was no sound at all.
He was outside, out in the cold, insignificant. He could not do anything.
The guest, a travelling priest, was talking about his travels.
He listened for the women’s voices in the room overhead.
For what else should move a man, these days?