Tag: architecture

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!
I was just going to take a look around
This was bad timing
When he saw where he was, he couldn’t remember how he’d got there
Nobody has to do anything. Life goes on
Sometimes in the evening he walked barefoot
It doesn’t look right there
They sit quietly for a long time
He wakes in the middle of the night gasping for air
I’m afraid of being alone
Walls gossip all the time