These are the days we live in, though.
They speak a language all their own, intelligible only to others of their species.
A fair fight. Fine.
He thinks about that for a long time.
Night begins to fall beneath the trees.
Gone Fishin’
There’s a tree out there. I saw it yesterday.
The World laughed and sang around him, invisible and glorious.
Every step crisp and precise.
What are you going to do?
He stands thinking for a long time.
I want to show you something.
They’re probably all completely insane by now.
Everything is just where it should be, suddenly in focus.
Then everything slows down.
Gone fishin’
I have no idea who he was.
Now everybody knows who you really are.
Some questions were answered quickly.
It’s a shadow life and after a while it gets to you.
It’s a question of what love gives you the right to do.
He looked like he hadn’t slept at all.
Like someone dancing for a rain that will not fall.
I understood it was a signal.
Are you still dancing?
I really need to talk to you.
I don’t know anything about that.
We were on our own.
That’s the universe trying to tell me something.
I’ve seen it before and I’ll see it again, I’m sure.
Gotta find a place to put all this stuff!
Got a lot going on.
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