Tag: architecture

He felt the world arrange itself around him
There was a storm looming
The universe is ungoverned
She envisioned a long corridor, off which opened many rooms – each with a friend in it
Everyone’s capable of everything
Gone fishin’
I was beginning to see everything as a mathematical form
This fellow is up to something. Undoubtedly
It was a long, hard day
Close your eyes and slowly count backward from ten
It didn’t have to be exactly equal
She doesn’t know you’re in love with her
… the way that large events in the world …
There must be a long compound German word for …
It was just her happiness spilling over
His body seemed to have been taken over by some alien force
Then he was gone, and it was over
Please let’s keep in touch. Goodbye!
I had no particular views on the subject
Nothing very strange in that
I’ll be home late. Get some sleep.
This was not a place where a child got up at night to ask for a glass of water
The topic was not new
The plumbing in the mansion was breaking up
I know I’m an outsider, but I’m not an enemy
I’ll come back to check on you, okay?
At a loss as to where to go or what to do
She would have to decide which way she was headed before she ran past that door
The creation of a new moment
Too late, too late, we both noticed the time
I myself had never seen the like
At first I explored the town
"You can’t just drop a bunch of rocks in a pile to make a stone wall"
It was always your light that I saw at the window
I could think of nothing major I’d done to deserve the current cold freeze
Life has its ironies
Thought you’d gone without saying goodbye
How was your day?
A room, a meal, and a flagon of wine, that was all I asked
It was a long walk to the far end of the hall
Where are the people who live here?
A lens is an instrument to help us see
The closeness of this place felt strange to me
As usual, there was no sign of life outside
There shouldn’t be any humans here
As soon as he closed the book, he had to come back to the real world
Of course, reading novels was just another form of escape
The thing is, you seem to fly above it all
I’ve never seen nothing like that
He’ll never be happy there