Tag: architecture

You could just go inside.
For a moment.
Humanity was making its way toward us.
I felt that I understood something.
I understand everyone. Or, rather, I used to.
I know from experience not to give advice.
It really was better to be free.
They were waving and smiling.
How pretentious of me!
You look the same as ever.
I’m fine!
I didn’t have anything.
I was running away, and I didn’t want to go back.
You’re not leaving now, are you?
For no place is ever truly ours and ours alone.
Ours is a story of constant discomfort.
The path of sorrow upon sorrow.
What do you dream of?
He said to her, I will provide you with a good life.
If we’re being honest, the dragon looked sickly.
Hold on to that sense of humor.
Even saints get bored of waiting.
Saints are not the easiest companions.
This is wrong, it’s untrue, nothing is going to be all right.
All hopeless.
It was all meaningless.
I don’t think I’m who you’re thinking of.
He had never felt worse.
How tightly joined to the earth it was.
Nobody lives there now.
It just seemed like the thing to do.
I like oblivion. I seek after it.
I say I had no plan, but I knew what I would do next.
The huge, dustless house was silent.
I sat and thought, forgot to keep thinking, then started over.
It made me want to go home and stay there.
Happy in this moment, just as it was.
Sometimes it was so frustrating!
Those were the days!
It was what it was.
So what? What was the big deal?
Some questions don’t warrant a question mark.
That first entry. Crossing the border of consciousness into, into what?
Why had he let her control him like that?
What would he dream, if he could determine his dreams?
That was the cruel blink of fate’s eye.
There you go. Sweet dreams.
They’d dance around him
Had he been really happy there?
Oh, I like this neighborhood already!